Chapter 434
It was midnight at Carter residence. Sylvia had been drawing for the entire day inside her room.
She barely had any inspiration on what to draw and her carving tools were confiscated, so other than sketching, she had nothing to do.
She sat on the floor and scribbled whatever was in her mind.
It was until the door opened and the man’s uniformed footsteps sounded.
Sylvia frowned but did not look at him. She continued scribbling on the floor.
Odell walked closer to her and asked, “What are you doing?”
Sylvia chose to remain quiet.
Odell approached her side and saw her scribbling a dark drawing.
The entire drawing was dark, drawn only with different shades of black.
The dark sky, the black forests, and the crows on the branches, the entire drawing screamed of depression.
She was scribbling with charcoal, so her hands were also tainted black.
Odell frowned and said in a heavy tone, “Stop drawing.”
Sylvia ignored him and continued moving her charcoal across the canvas.
Odell’s expression turned frosty. He grabbed the canvas and tossed it away.
Sylvia immediately looked at him and it allowed Odell to finally have a clear look at her face.
Her petite face was dirty because of the charcoal. Her forehead, her cheeks, her nose, and even the edge of her mouth were all black and dirty.
In addition to her messy hair and clothes, she looked like an insane woman who had gotten fed up with life.
A strong feeling choked Odell’s chest. He bellowed, “Who told you to make yourself like this?”
Sylvia furrowed her brows. Her gaze went blank as she stared at him as if she could not understand his words.
Her countenance in addition to her dirty attire really made her look like a crazy woman.
Odell was even more frustrated at her blank response.
He wished he could toss her into the bathtub and cleanse her of not only her body but also her thoughts.
Confused, she asked, “Where’s my drawing?”
“I’ve thrown it out.”
Sylvia widened her eyes in disbelief. “Odel Carter, are you out of your mind?”
Odell’s expression remained frosty as always as if her raising her voice did not anger him at all.
He said, “You should rest.”
Sylvia limped toward the exit with her crutches. She wanted to
retrieve her drawing.
Odell bolted up and stopped her from leaving.
“Move aside,” she said.
Odell shot a cold gaze at her and emphasized, “You should rest.”
“I don’t need you to tell me what to do!” Sylvia tried to push him away using one of her hands.
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