Chapter 58 - 58: Life Is Full of HopeIsabella Weaver sat in the last row of the bus, staring blankly at the fifty-thousand-dollar check in her hand.

    Was her painting really that good?

    A single painting was worth as much as a year''s hard work at her part-time job!

    Had she been wasting her talents all those years by spending most of her time doing part-time jobs?

    It seemed that she needed to shift her focus in the future.

    The sky had turned completely dark, yet Isabella''s mood was as radiant as the sun, even though her eyelid kept twitching, she didn''t mind.

    She felt immense gratitude towards the person who bought her painting; they not only provided financial support but also affirmed her talent, giving her confidence like never before!

    She carefully put the check away, smiling as she headed to the seafood noodle restaurant where she had lunch with Harry Hunter earlier.

    "Boss, I''d like a bowl of the signature seafood noodles, with an extra portion of shrimp! I want the big ones!"

    She had come during lunch, so the boss naturally remembered her, and with a smile, he asked, "Your boyfriend didn''t come? That young man is truly remarkable; I''ve been in business for many years, but I''ve never seen someone that good-looking. Is he a celebrity?"

    "He''s not a celebrity, nor my boyfriend, just an ordinary friend!"

    The boss clearly didn''t believe her, "I''ve never seen ordinary friends peel so many shrimp for each other!"

    Isabella didn''t argue, instead, she chose the same seat she had earlier and began pondering her future plans.

    In fact, she had long wanted to open her own gallery, but lacked any capital to do so, so she had to rely on others.

    But splitting the profits fifty-fifty was too much; her painting clearly sold for a hundred thousand, yet Boss Palmer took half, which made Isabella feel heartache.

    Previously, her paintings weren''t worth much; selling them for a few thousand and losing half was understandable. But once the prices rose, she suffered great losses. Sёarch* The ηovёlFire .net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    However, opening a gallery wasn''t something that could be achieved overnight, so she continued painting for sale at Boss Palmer''s place for now.

    Yet life was suddenly filled with hope, making Isabella feel so happy that she wanted to cry.

    Mom, can you see?

    Your daughter inherited your talent for painting, and now she''s making something of herself!

    The steaming seafood noodles were served, making Isabella''s eyes blurry.

    She pulled out a napkin to wipe them, then smiled again, wondering why she cried when she should be happy!

    The seafood noodles were smooth and chewy, complemented by the tender greens, the broth was delicious, and the shrimp... why did the shrimp increasingly resemble Harry Hunter?

    Isabella chuckled, peeled all the shrimp herself, filled a bowl, and ate them one by one.

    But before she finished the noodles, her phone rang.

    The caller ID showed Christopher Weaver, and Isabella''s smile instantly faded halfway.

    She didn''t answer but continued eating her noodles.

    Only after she finished did she finally answer the incessantly ringing phone.

    Christopher Weaver''s shouting came through the phone, "Isabella Weaver, are you deliberately not answering my calls? Get home immediately!"

    Isabella replied calmly, "I''m busy, I''m going to work to earn money."

    "Who allowed you to go to work? Didn''t I say you''re not allowed to? Don''t embarrass me, come back!"

    "If I don''t work, will you give me money? Or do you want me to starve to death?"

    "Can''t you eat at home? If I wanted you to starve, would you have grown this much? Come back immediately, I have something important to tell you!"