But now he knows Lena White 's hand injury and that she will never be an excellent painter again in her life. His feelings have completely changed.

He asked, "Is the studio locked?"

"Don't worry, young master, it's locked." Said the servant.

"Key..."

"Ah?"

"Give me the key."

The servant widened his eyes, thinking in a trance whether he had heard wrong.

But looking at Robert, although his face was expressionless, it didn't look like a joke at all. The servant could only hand out the key trembling.

Then, in the servant's dumbfounded, Robert entered Lena White 's studio for the first time.

The studio was not big, which was...