Katherine Kane knew Shirley Thorne would find fault with her, but she didn't expect it to be this crude.
Before she put the painting up for auction, she had sought critiques from numerous experts, including prominent figures from online forums.
With their guidance, she had long since fixed minor issues like the color transitions. Otherwise, it never would have caught Austin Walsh's eye.
'Shirley Thorne is just finding fault for the sake of it!'
'As a painter herself, she knew exactly what made this type of landscape painting so difficult!'
'It was common knowledge. Did she really need Shirley to point it out?'
"Miss Kane... are you all right..."
Seeing her face streaked with tears, Shirley Thorne was genuinely startled and quickly pulled out a tissue to offer her.
However, before Shirley could hand her the tissue, Katherine Kane suddenly pulled a pure-white handkerchief from her pocket and began to slowly dab at her tears.
'...' Shirley thought.
