Chapter 1017 Treat Your Illness Immediately

Chapter 1017: Chapter 1017: Treat Your Illness Immediately

Chapter 1017: Chapter 1017: Treat Your Illness Immediately

Winifred Drew wore an angry expression, much like someone who just found out their brother has been fooled by a scheming woman. She glared at Xaviera Evans, naively thinking her fierce gaze would intimidate her into stepping down.

Xaviera laughed dismissively, “Miss Drew.”

Winifred pouted and spoke angrily, “Xaviera, I don’t know what’s so great about you. My brother even cut ties with our family for your…”

Xaviera interrupted her in a gentle yet helpless tone, “You should go get yourself checked out at the hospital, don’t delay treatment.”

With that, she turned around and left, completely disregarding Winifred.

Winifred stood there stunned, apparently never having been mocked like this before. She trembled with fury, her fists clenched tight. What did Xaviera have to brag about? Wasn’t she just a common maiden?

Granted, Xaviera’s mother was from the Russell family, but she herself had been cast out since childhood and was utterly vulgar. What made her fit to marry Caleb? Moreover, she was responsible for Boyd’s loss of over a hundred billion dollars.

Xaviera was a jinx who could ruin everyone’s lives. Caleb must divorce her!

Winifred gritted her teeth, glaring hatefully at Xaviera’s retreating figure. If Xaviera managed to persuade Caleb to return to the Drew family as their grandfather wished, then she would be regarded as a noble lady in the eyes of the Drew family from then on.

But she was the one who had been the noble lady, showered with affection by the family since she was a child. If Xaviera became part of the Drew family, her own status would be threatened. She absolutely would not allow this to happen.

…

Indifferent to Winifred’s outburst, Xaviera returned to the Lowen Clubhouse by car. From her art studio, she selected her best calligraphy work to use in the competition.

Just as she exited the studio, she ran into Sean Price who, upon seeing the work in her hands, asked somewhat surprised, “Madam, are you sure you want to use this work to compete?”

“Yes.” Xaviera looked at him questioningly, detecting an awkward hesitance in his expression.

Feeling a little embarrassed, it seemed Sean thought her work was subpar and yet she was still bringing it to compete. He must be worried about her making a fool of herself, hence his discomfort.

Nonetheless, Xaviera chuckled, “It doesn’t really matter. I’m just going to make up the numbers. I don’t care about the outcome. Anyway, my work will be eliminated in the preliminaries and the school will return it to me. No one will know that I wrote it.”

Sean Price, “No, it’s not that. Your work…”

Before Sean could finish his sentence, Xaviera had already swiftly headed out the door with her work, assuring him, “Don’t worry, I won’t embarrass Caleb.”

Sean stood rooted to his spot, stunned for a few seconds before finally managing, “Isn’t it a bit bully to compete with this work?”

Calligraphy is all about capturing the spirit; each brush stroke revealing the artist’s skill. To untrained eyes, the nuances might be lost, but her work was on par with that of a master. He knew his wife was intelligent, but he never expected such talent in calligraphy from her.

But if she was to enter the competition with this masterpiece, wouldn’t she be crushing her opponents? Wasn’t it a bit too ostentatious?

As Xaviera was about to get in the car, she bumped into Caleb. His glance fell on the calligraphy she held, a fleeting flicker in his eyes before returning to normal, he softly inquired, “Mrs. Mamet, are you interested in calligraphy?”

“It’s alright, not particularly interesting. I just wanted to participate since Libanan University is hosting a calligraphy contest and nobody from our class was entering. So, I signed up.”

At her response, Caleb paused for a moment, then reached out to check the calligraphy work and smiled, “You are rather versatile, Mrs. Mamet. I didn’t know you studied calligraphy.”

Quickly, she waived it off, “Learn is a big word. I just practiced a little with Master Uland when I was young. But he said I had no talent, so I learned oil painting from my grandfather instead. Hence, I can only claim to have dipped my toes in.”

He was silent, his gaze fixed on the calligraphy in her hand. Was this being untalented? Could Page Uland’s standards be too high?

Xaviera was in rush to leave, but he held her back and asked seriously, “Are you really going to compete with this work?”

“Hmm, why?” Xaviera asked, frowning.

“Nothing, just reminding you to be prepared mentally.” He suggested cryptically. This calligraphy piece could easily win a first prize in the contest. Maybe Xaviera would be shocked by the outcome.

Xaviera pursed her lips. Why were Caleb and Sean asking the same thing? Is her calligraphy that bad?

By the time she reached the school, it was just in time. Hurriedly, she wrote her name on the reverse side of the work, rolled it up, and handed it over to the Fine Arts Department.