Chapter 6: Humiliation at the Family Banquet

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Fake painting?

Everyone was surprised and looked at Henry.

"Nonsense!"

"This painting cost me three hundred and thirty thousand. I got it from a prodigal son."

"Look at this sun, how big and round. Look at this sea, how blue and deep."

"I also asked several experts, including the famous Ghost Eye Master, and they all said it was real."

Seeing the relatives doubting him, Henry felt his scalp tingle.

"They all said it was worth more than three million."

"How could it be fake in your mouth?"

"Ethan, I want you to apologize, immediately!"

He was blustering.

"Also, you can't talk nonsense."

Flora also looked at Ethan with contempt.

"You, a househusband, know nothing about paintings."

The relatives who were shocked just now realized that they were fooled by Ethan.

He, a useless person supported by the Thompson family, how could he know about such profound paintings?

If he was really capable, he wouldn't have to be a live-in son-in-law for an auspicious wedding.

"Ethan, if you don't know, just shut up. Don't slander Henry."

"Yes, don't look at yourself. What kind of person are you? Pretending to be a professional? Can you tell good from bad?"

"Even if you can't find a job, you still have the nerve to say the painting is fake?"

"Ghost Eye Master is the number one expert in appraising treasures. If he said it was real, it must be real."

Dozens of relatives were all excited and mocked Ethan without mercy. Their voices were very harsh.

Sophia was very embarrassed. She didn't even have the energy to scold.

When would Ethan stop being so useless?

She was exhausted.

Ethan remained calm on his face.

"Dad is a collector of antiques. He has appraised countless paintings."

"Let Dad take a look. We'll know if it's true or false."

Henry's heart skipped a beat. He had an inexplicable hesitation.

Besides Ethan's calmness, there was also the fact that he didn't actually spend three hundred and thirty thousand on the painting but only thirty thousand.

Although the other party repeatedly assured him it was real, he always felt a bit uncertain.

After all, it was too easy to get a bargain.

Now he was even more worried.

Could this painting really be a problem?

"What are you arguing about?"

At this time, a very authoritative woman's voice came from the entrance.

"On such a good day, it's like a market here. What's the matter?"

Linda entered the hall with her husband Timothy.

A woman in her forties, but time didn't leave too many marks on her face and body.

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