Chapter 742: What Brings Mr. Caleb Mamet Here?

Chapter 742: Chapter 742: What Brings Mr. Caleb Mamet Here?

Xaviera hesitated for a moment, “I already have a painting teacher, so there’s no need for another apprenticeship.”

Sir Turner waved at the butler, who handed Xaviera a list, “Miss Evans, one can have many teachers. Feel free to choose any teacher from this list.”

Xaviera glanced at the names on the list, and any of them could make the painting world tremble in awe. Not only were there masters of oil painting, but also of watercolor and sketching. These people were top-notch in their respective fields, and Sir Turner actually let her choose freely.

After hesitating for a moment, Xaviera said, “Thank you very much, Sir, but I’ve been learning oil painting with my grandfather since I was young, and I’ve also held exhibitions. My painting style has matured and there’s no need for another apprenticeship.”

A trace of surprise flashed in Sir Turner’s eyes, followed by an appreciative look at Xaviera, “Miss Evans, you’ve held exhibitions?”

Xaviera nodded, “I held them in Fenlon.”

Sir Turner and the butler exchanged glances. Fenlon was known as an artistic country, and for Xaviera, a foreign painter, to hold an exhibition there was sufficient proof of her exceptional skill.

He looked at the list, “In that case, you really don’t need a teacher. And for Tracy Swift…forget it, I was overthinking.”

Xaviera smiled warmly, “Even so, I still want to thank you, Sir, for considering me.”

Sir Turner’s lips curled unconsciously, “I’m old enough to be your great-grandfather. From now on, just call me Mr. Fedener.”

Though Sir Turner looked serious, Xaviera always felt an inexplicable sense of closeness to him. So she sweetly called out, “Mr. Fedener.”

The butler was somewhat surprised. Mr. Fedener had previously said he will investigate further, but in less than ten minutes, he had already allowed Xaviera to address him as such.

Not everyone was eligible to call him that. Only members of the Turner family with their lineage and abilities were allowed to do so. If they were incompetent, they would ultimately be abandoned by the family.

If Miss Evans couldn’t defeat Tracy Swift, then she wouldn’t be qualified to be part of the Turner family.

Who would have thought that Mr. Fedener wouldn’t just stand by this time, but also called in many painters for Xaviera to choose from, as if wanting to stand up for her and counter Tracy Swift, which was very surprising.

Mr. Fedener drained the contents of his teacup with a frown. Xaviera caught a whiff of the aroma; it wasn’t ordinary tea but a kind of medicine. This reminded her of the man she had encountered in the car. He appeared to be in his thirties or forties with an extraordinary demeanor, yet he seemed to have been suffering from a severe illness for a long time.

Xaviera wanted to ask about the man, but it was the Turner family’s private matter, and it wasn’t appropriate for an outsider to inquire too much.

The next second, Sir Turner took the initiative to speak, “When you arrived, the man who sat in the same car as you is my son.”

Xaviera looked at him in shock. That’s hardly possible! The man didn’t even look older than thirty or forty. How could he be the son of a centenarian?

Sir Turner frowned, “This is a hereditary disease in the Turner family.”

A hereditary disease?

Xaviera couldn’t help but think about the disease. So, the man wasn’t in his thirties or forties but in his sixties or seventies. His difficulty moving and weak breath might just be normal signs of aging. But what kind of hereditary disease could make someone’s appearance remain young-looking?

“Sir, Caleb Mamet is here,” the butler approached and announced.

Sir Turner’s expression was calm, “Mr. Caleb Mamet arrived quite quickly, as if afraid that I would make things difficult for Mrs. Mamet.”

As the words fell, Caleb Mamet walked in wearing a navy blue windbreaker. With long legs taking steady steps, he slowly walked to Xaviera’s side. He first glanced at her up and down, making sure she was all right before turning his gaze to Sir Turner.

“What brings Mr. Caleb Mamet here?” Sir Turner’s eyes were icy cold, having already retracted the gentleness exclusive to Xaviera, his face serious.

Without flinching, Caleb locked eyes with Sir Turner and then said, “Xaviera, wait for me outside. I have something to discuss privately with Sir.”

Xaviera gave him a puzzled look but still obediently walked out the door.

After Xaviera left, Caleb got straight to the point, “Sir, if you suspect that Xaviera is part of the Turner’s lineage, you can have a paternity test done and formally announce her identity.”