Chapter 1124


    “You''re simply a treasure, sis." David was over the moon, unable to resist ruffling Arabe’s hair.


    “What about mine?" rk was eager, wondering what gift his sister had in store for him. A painting,


    perhaps? Or something else?


    "Check your WhatsApp."


    WhatsApp?


    rk was puzzled, but upon checking it, he found a clue.


    Be had already traced Carol''s birth family to Summerfield. In no time, they believed they would have


    a lead.


    “There''s also this.” Arabe handed over a small vial, “You''re a forensic pathologist. Sometimes during


    autopsies, you might inhale toxic gases or identally get poisoned. You can use what''s in here. There


    are detailed instructions on thebel."


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    There had been incidents where peoplemitted suicide in sealed spaces using toxic liquids,


    evaporating the harmful substances into the air. A forensic pathologist had once inhaled such toxic


    fumes during an autopsy and by the time he was taken to the hospital, it was toote to save him.


    "I''ll always carry this with me." rk hadn''t expected his sister to be so considerate, and he was deeply


    moved.


    “I''m not sure what Sean likes, so I just sketched a picture. I''ll ask Hans to pass it on.’ Arabe handed


    another artwork to Hans.


    “Be” Sampson sauntered over, a warm smile on his face.


    “Let''s see what my darling niece has got me. Is this a painting by Mirabelle?"


    Upon seeing the powerful artwork and the stroke details, Sampson knew it was the work of Mirabelle.


    He was both surprised and concerned about his niece''s expenditure.


    “Silly girl, you''ve spent too much."


    Sampson was well aware of the hefty price tag of Mirabelle''s artwork. It wasn''t something money could


    simply buy.


    May, who was standing nearby, yfully reminded, "Sir, if you look closer, does the paper seem


    familiar?"


    On further inspection, Sampson realized it was indeed the spare paper from his study. Only May had


    the liberty to enter his study anytime.


    So, the paper must have been taken by May. But how did this grand artwork end up on it?


    "Be painted it!" May couldn''t help but blurt out,ughing.


    What? Sampson was stunned.


    Keh, while admiring the artwork his daughter had gifted him, casually remarked, “Oh, Be is


    Mirabelle. She paints really fast. She can finish three or four pieces in an hour"


    Sampson was taken aback. He looked at his brother-inw and sister, then at his nephews. It seemed


    like they all knew about Be''s identity.


    So, the renowned Mirabelle was right in front of him all along?


    Mirabelle was considered a master in the art world, with unmatched skills known far and wide.


    The person hailed as the ‘Scribe of Astronisia’, the ‘Master of Painting’, was his very own niece!


    “Be, you truly are extraordinary.” Sampson praised her genuinely.


    rk chimed in, "Uncle Sampson, you better keep this safe. Be''s artwork is worth a fortune. Many


    people would kill to get their hands on it."


    “If you think the paper is too ordinary, you can give it to me or sell it to me at a high price."


    David looked on eagerly as Sampson carefully put away the painting, "Dream on."


    Despite its quick creation, Arabe''s fluid strokes and bold style achieved a perfect blend of form and


    spirit, creating a lively and dynamic effect.


    True to the reputation of Master Mirabelle, she managed to capture the most challenging aspects of


    form and spirit in such a short time.


    Arabe then walked over to Serena, handing her a gift.


    "Do I have one too?" Serena was surprised.


    Upon opening it, she saw the words penned by Arabe: "Contentment brings happiness: Knowing that


    Arabe was indeed Labe, she knew that these words were nothing less than a rare treasure.