Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 161: While Allison was driving, her phone buzzed with a call from Garry.

Ms.

Clarke, I just wanted to reach out and thank you.

Its because of you that my comic is finally reaching so many readers.

Editors from publishing houses are already showing interest.

Knowing she had fulfilled her promise, Garry called to personally express his gratitude.

All I did was give you the push you needed, Allison replied.

Youre incredibly talented, Garry.

The truth is, the comics flooding the market today just dont suit your unique style, so its understandable that youve had fewer opportunities.

Her words were like a steady hand on his shoulder, grounding him.

But Im certain youll carve out your own place in the industry.

The comic world hasnt seen the best of you yet.

For a moment, there was silence on the line.

When Garry spoke again, his voice wavered with raw emotion.

Ms.

Clarke, I really cant thank you enough.

It means the world tothat you believe in me.

I wont let you down III work harder than ever.

For someone who had long struggled with self-doubt, having someone believe in him felt like a lifeline.

Garry clutched the drawing she had once given him, hesitating before speaking again.

Actually... theres something Ive always wondered.

In the world of feel-good comics, there was a master in Leswington.

His style is strikingly similar to yours.

Unfortunately, his works are rare, and hes been out of the public eye for years... Allison didnt need him to finish.

She already knew where this was heading.

Youre asking about my identity, arent you? Garry quickly replied, Oh no, Ms.

Clarke! I didnt mean to be nosy or disrespectful.

Its just that your work remindsof his.

It was because of him that I even started drawing feel-good comics.

And when I saw your lines, I felt that sinspiration again.

In fact, the sheet of paper Allison had given him earlier, though just a few strokes, was enough for people to guess she was the original artist.

Moreover, if works of this caliber were considered discarded drafts by Allison, it was evident that her true status in the comic industry was top-notch.

Allison, unbothered, spoke with her usual calm.

I used to go by the pen nHedwig.

I published a couple of comics back then, but most of the tI was just scribbling.

Those discarded drafts... Onyx picked them up and published them under his name.

The moment the words left her lips, Garry froze.

I-N-Hedwig... Wait, youre the Hedwig? His hands trembled as he pulled out the piece of paper, staring at the lines like they were gold.

If Allison was indeed Hedwig, then everything suddenly made sense.

Of course, she would consider those sketches mere throwaways.

When she first appeared, she took the comic world by storm.

Although few of her works had survived, each one was a masterpiece.

Allison let out a soft chuckle and said, Its been years since Ive drawn anything.

Im probably a bit out of practice now.

Not at all! Garry said, nearly tripping over his words.

Your work is still leagues above anyone elses! He could hardly believe that the person he idolized the one who had inspired him to pursue comics was not only talking to him but had even offered him guidance.

His heart pounded as he clutched his phone.

Then... if I ever hit a creative block, could I ask for your advice? he asked.

Of course, Allison replied.

Youre talented, Garry.

Youll only keep improving.

After exchanging a few more words, she ended the call.

Allison drove to the Lloyd family estate and parked in the garage.

Grabbing her keys, she stepped out of the car.

It was Sunday.

Though she had already spent the morning teaching little Lorna pottery, today felt different.

The girl had seemed off lately, so before leaving, Allison had promised to visit her again that evening.

When she entered the reception hall, her eyes fell on Kellan, lounging on the sofa with a newspaper in hand.

He barely lifted his head when she walked in, his voice low and casual.

Quite the scene you stirred up at the book signing today.

The whole citys talking about it, he remarked.

He folded the newspaper, his expression unreadable.

I assyou had a hand in that, Ms.

Clarke? It didnt take a genius to figure out that orchestrating sucma massive media turnout to target colton and his entourage wasnt an accident.

Kellan, more than anyone, could see that Allison had gone for bload, m utilizing every available resource to hit back. Rebecca did most of the heavy lifting.

The Green Groups ncarries weight, but I was surprised by the sheer number of reporters there.

Sof them were even from outlets tied to the Lloyd family, Allison replied without hesitation.

She wasnt going to tiptoe around the truth.

It was clear that Kellan had known from the start and had sent his own e people to keep an eye on things. Leaning back against the cushions, Kellan said, Ferdinand couldnt resist getting involved.

I heard Miss Green helped you too, so he decided to bring a few extra hands.

I just gave a little nudge here and there.

I hope I didnt cause you any trouble, Ms.

Clarke.

Not at all, Allison replied smoothly.

If anything, I should thank you, Mr.

Lloyd.

Lets skip the formalities, Kellan said, raising an eyebrow.

But I do have one question.

He turned his phone around, revealing a screenshot of an adorably chubby cat.

His gaze met hers as he asked, Was this little guy drawn by you, by any chance? .