As it turned out, "mothers know best" was a truth that would never change.

Larissa stared at all the scribbles that were drawn as she asked Gary, "This is what you call 'very talented'?"

Gary was shockingly still able to praise every little part of Aster's drawing. "Look at this curve here, how perfect! And this little thin line here, and this one …"

"Sure, then." Larissa crossed her arms as she asked Gary, "Then can you tell me what the hell he just drew?"

This definitely made Gary feel lost. He tipped his head to the side as he brought the papers closer and further away from him. He was staring holes into the papers, and yet he still could not tell what was drawn on them.

Finally, he tried to guess. "Is that … a very tall chicken?"

"Noooo! That's not it!" Aster snatched away his "masterpiece" from Gary with annoyance. "This is Ke—van—Ro—gers! It's my daddy!"

Gary's expression changed at once, and he did not speak for a long while.

Larissa watched her father's speechless face