My Aloof Sisters Asked for My Forgiveness

Delia was just expelled by the Medical Sage from his tutelage, but she was different. Being treated this way by more than one master was record–breaking.

“Sirs… Sirs, what is this for? Why are you all expelling me from your tutelage?” Clara asked tearfully in a

choked voice.

This was all wrong!

She was only asking for their support in punishing Dustin. But how did she end up being the one in trouble?

If not for how real it all felt, she would have thought she was dreaming.

“You’re cruel, ruthless, and scheming. How could someone like that achieve greatness in the field of art? Mason said coldly.

It was a tone of voice Clara had never heard from him before. It had a cutting and cold edge to it that chilled her to the bone.

She could not understand it.

In the past, these three masters had been very warm and friendly to her. They had accepted her with open Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

arms.

At this moment, they looked completely unfamiliar.

This difference in their demeanor was very jarring for her to bear.

“Sirs! I’m your favorite student! Didn’t you say you wanted me to carry on your legacy?” Clara shouted.

The masters on the big screen looked at her coldly without a shred of warmth.

“If it weren’t for an order from that person, who would have taken you as a student?” said one of them in displeasure.

“Clara, you’re not talented. How can you carry our legacy?” said another distinguished person.

Clara stood still. She felt a lump in her throat.

She vaguely remembered that one of them had said that she was his only successor, and he would like her to carry forth his legacy.

All those words seemed like nonsense at this point.

Hearing them say that she was not talented left her devastated.

“Your fame far exceeds your actual skill. Without that fame boosting you, your works would barely sell for

a few thousand at best. But alas, you never understood humility. You’ve always been incredibly arrogant and thought of yourself as exceptionally gifted…”

Another master’s words struck her even harder and drained her face of color.

“I don’t believe it. You’re lying!” Clara shouted.

“Believe it or not, that’s up to you. Either way, from now on, you have nothing to do with us!” declared the

remaining distinguished person heartlessly.

Thud, thud, thud.

Clara stumbled backward and was barely able to keep herself steady.

The crowd began to murmur.

News of the incident spread rapidly and reached many places in no time.

The once–revered art goddess Clara Wyatt had fallen…

Without those titles, how much fame did she even have?

“She’s fallen! She’s fallen!” shouted someone as they looked at the screen.

Displayed below the masters‘ avatars were the search results for Clara’s artwork on the black market.

The price of her art was plummeting.

From tens of millions, they dropped to a few million, and then, from a few million to mere hundreds of thousands.

By the time the decline slowed down, the prices had fallen to just a few thousand, and they were still dropping

For Clara, her art had really lost all its value, just like Dustin had claimed.

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The art that she felt proud of lost its value!

Today, the Goddess of Art fell from the heights!” said someone sadly and sighed.

Clara stood frozen for a long time before suddenly glaring viciously at Dustin.

He had claimed that…

He had claimed that her art would lose its value in just a day as if it were a prophetic declaration.

He must have something to do with this!

Was he the one who planned all this?

But… how could he have the power to do so?

These were distinguished people. He could not manipulate them into doing what he wanted!

Clara could not believe it!