Chapter 82.

Kevin was not high, not low, just a happy feeling that was a bit elevated.

His good mood wasn't bright sun, yet the kind of rays that awakened the colors of the day at dawn. It was a soft happy vibe, gentle and steady.

Who wouldn't be? With his mother finally soon to be discharged from the hospital, he couldn't be any happy!

He was walking on about his normal day on his way to work, until he received the phone call. A young lady had been meaning to see him, from the company where they had bought his art.

Kevin had been desperate, and so, because he needed the money, he risked his identity from secrecy. It was true that he could draw. He could make art like no other person else.

He was talented, no doubt about that. But his mother's words still resided in his head,"we have to protect ourselves. And to do that, your identity must be kept secret." When he had asked what she meant, she explained to him that she had been born into a ruthless family and that she was put into a coma becau