But Sophia had no choice but to do this.
Otherwise, if the higher-ups at Elegant Art knew about today’s incident, they would definitely not let her go.
Is Robert Reed’s student not fit to be at Elegant Art?
In that case, it would be her who’s unfit to teach at Elegant Art!
Now, with this unexpected turn, Amelia Wright gained both face and substance.
Under normal circumstances, she should have just accepted the way out Sophia provided.
But Amelia was never the type to take the easy way out.
She just looked at Robert Reed and asked, "Teacher, do you mind if I kick Elegant Art away?"
It wasn’t Elegant Art that kicked her out, but she who kicked it away.
Robert Reed laughed even harder, as if Amelia hit the right note: "I don’t mind. My students can do as they please."
Amelia gave a radiant smile, her pallor and frailty failing to hide her astonishing beauty, leaving those around her entranced.
Sophia, feeling flustered, said, "Amelia, after all, I am your great-aunt, we are all family. Aunt advises you not to do something you’ll regret."
"Don’t claim false kinship; I don’t have an uncle." Amelia paused, her tone confident as she raised her voice, "Once I sign the withdrawal notice, there’s no turning back. As for Elegant Art, I don’t need it!"
Sophia’s face turned ashen. She was finished. If today’s incident came to the attention of her superiors, her teaching career at Elegant Art might also be over.
Amelia no longer paid attention to Sophia. She approached the girl who had mocked her parents earlier and said in a low voice, "You’re right. Indeed, dragons beget dragons, phoenixes beget phoenixes. The genes in one’s bones determine talent!"
Her talent no longer needed to be hidden and would undoubtedly shine brightly.
The girl stared blankly at Amelia, unable to speak.
Having done all this, Amelia turned to look at Ava Wright, gently saying, "Sister, I have taken Old Mr. Reed as my teacher. Are you not happy?"
Everyone looked at Amelia with strange expressions. Ava Wright had always longed for that teacher to be hers. How could she be happy?
Yet somehow, when Amelia asked this, everyone inexplicably felt a sense of satisfaction as if a pretentious green tea was being slapped in the face.
Ava Wright stiffly shook her head, maintaining the last bit of composure she had.
Amelia curled her lips into a smile, her pallor heartbreakingly beautiful.
Wasn’t Ava fond of pretending? Pretending to be innocent, pretending to be pitiful, consistently pushing her into the limelight, pretending to be a victim to frame her brother in jail. This lifetime, Amelia would let Ava pretend all she wants!
She wouldn’t even be able to stop pretending!
Amelia stood up straight and said, "Then, sister, I’ll leave now."
Ava Wright could no longer speak.
Robert Reed was in a good mood today and followed Amelia, "Come, little apprentice, take me to see your paintings."
Robert Reed was leaving.
The Elegant Art Academy had painstakingly invited Robert Reed, and now, because of Amelia, he was leaving with her.
Watching Amelia and Robert Reed about to leave.
Ava Wright finally couldn’t hold back anymore.
This was supposed to be her glory, snatched away by Amelia.
The painting was still dripping with red wine, as if the wine was splashed directly onto her face, so disgraceful.
How dare Amelia! How dare she!
Ava Wright, with her last hope, called out to Robert Reed, "Old Mr. Reed, what about me? You said I could..."
When Robert Reed saw the red wine splashed on the painting, he already understood that the painting’s creator was his apprentice.
A person’s aura and work cannot be faked.
Now, as he looked at Ava Wright, his gaze was no longer admiring as before but one of indifference, too disdainful to even be disgusted: "You, ah, I said you could... get lost!"