Chapter 2317: Agnes Goes Up the Mountain

Book:Mr. Marsh's Twins Published:2024-10-15

Agnes tore off the note, opened the front door, and left. She decided to skip breakfast; there wasn’t much time, and she wasn’t very hungry anyway. She thought about how busy her sister had been lately, preparing for the wedding and working overtime on her film shoots.
On the way to Mr. Johnson’s house, she thought about Ansel, that jerk! Her face darkened. How could he slander Andrew in front of their parents? Childish! She would definitely settle this score with him. He needed to learn how to behave. In society, it’s better to make fewer enemies.
Agnes headed straight to her teacher’s studio. He had said he would drive down to meet her at the base of the mountain. The studio was in a picturesque location by a river, accessible only through a winding mountain path. It was an ideal place for creativity. Mr. Johnson had built it brick by brick with the help of villagers after his travels, choosing the location based on advice from a feng shui master.
The mountain road was steep and rarely used; only off-road vehicles could make it up. Few people visited, but those who did found it to be a paradise with flowers blooming in both the front yard and back garden.
Agnes was one of the few students fortunate enough to visit Mr. Johnson’s studio. She had once spent ten days there creating a comic book, which sold very well.
The taxi soon arrived at the foot of the mountain. Agnes paid and got out of the car. Her teacher’s vehicle was parked nearby. She walked briskly over, opened the passenger door, and got in. The car started up quickly.
“Teacher, have you been busy with your portfolio lately?” Agnes asked, glancing at the artistic middle-aged man beside her.
“Not too busy,” Mr. Johnson replied while driving. “The portfolio is just old works I’ve been organizing a bit. Recently, I’ve been taking students out for sketching trips and just returned not long ago.”
“How have you been? Are you adjusting well to your job?” he asked, turning to look at her briefly.
“Pretty well,” Agnes said. “I took on a project with a strong fan base, so I’m not worried about sales. I just need to stick closely to the original work.”
“Make sure you capture the essence of the original,” Mr. Johnson advised. “Fans won’t care about the aesthetics if it doesn’t stay true to the source material.”
“Yes, fans are indeed powerful,” she agreed wholeheartedly.
The car began its bumpy ascent up the mountain as they chatted about their recent activities. When they were halfway up, Mr. Johnson mentioned, “Ansel is entering a competition; did you know?”
“Yes, I know.”
“For his future plans, I hope he can teach at a university. What do you think?” Mr. Johnson asked for his future daughter-in-law’s opinion.
Agnes turned and smiled at him. “It’s not about what I think; you should ask him what he wants for his life. Does he like teaching?”
“He hasn’t opposed it but doesn’t seem very enthusiastic either,” Mr. Johnson said with a smile. “Ansel has matured quite a bit recently; he’s been working hard in my studio for many days now. I have some confidence in him for this competition.”
Really? Agnes thought sarcastically. He went down yesterday to tattle! You probably don’t know that.
She kept her thoughts to herself but still felt some resentment towards Ansel’s behavior. She planned to give him a good talking-to later to prevent any more foolish actions in the future.
The car arrived at the studio’s front yard where some sunflowers were in full bloom, swaying beautifully in the wind along with a few yellow butterflies dancing among them.