It was a painting with a line of red paint smeared across it. The red paint was coated so thickly that it dripped down the entire painting like blood. It was a scary sight to behold.

The original painting was of a happy family. Their smiles seemed outright creepy due to the red pain.

Yvonne was indeed frightened by the painting. Chills ran down her back. She knew this was Mark expressing his hatred.

All these years, this bloody family was all Mark could see.

Yvonne looked away and wrapped the painting again. She said to Lloyd, "Find a place to deal with this. Also, don't tell anyone about it."

Lloyd was furious. "Ms. Yvonne, who gave you this? Who could be so evil? Tell me. I'll smash this painting on their heads."

"Mark Miller."

Lloyd was speechless. He gulped. He picked up the painting. "I'll throw it away."

Yvonne looked at Lloyd as he took the painting away. She felt sorry for it. It was Lexi's best work at the exhibition, yet it had been destroyed by Mark.

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