Chapter 1595
When Love Comes Late
Once the doctor left, Devyn settled the bill, her heart sinking as she eyed the diminishing balance on her bank card.
Faced with this dilemma, she wondered what she could possibly do next.
Her online shop was in its infancy, requiring a substantial injection of capital.
Moreover, her motherâs illness demanded urgent attention, and the hundred thousand from Elizabeth fell short.
A shiver ran down Devynâs spine as she contemplated the bleak road ahead.
Surveying her motherâs room, Devyn recognized only one viable option: finish Stellaâs idea as soon as possible, her sole chance at getting the necessary funds.
As evening fell, Devyn made her way straight to the studio.
With determination in her eyes, she powered up the computer, plugged in the USB drive, and opened the replicated content.
Struggling initially, she gritted her teeth and picked up the brush, translating Stellaâs words into strokes on the canvas.
Midway through the painting, Devyn found herself once again in awe of Stellaâs talent.
Stellaâs ideas, expressed in words, carried a depth that surpassed Devynâs own efforts.
Despite her reluctance to cheat, the thought of her motherâs suffering pushed Devyn to persevere.
Things progressed smoothly until she reached the heart of Stellaâs concept.
Despite reading it repeatedly, Devyn struggled to grasp Stellaâs essence.
In terms of design, Devyn knew she couldnât match Stellaâs skills, let alone replicate her ideas.
Understanding Stellaâs vision proved to be a daunting task.
Yet, failing to capture the essence of Stellaâs design would render her efforts meaningless, leaving her feeling like a fraud.
With each passing moment, Devynâs anxiety grew, her mind racing for a solution.
Clutching the ballpoint pen tightly, she racked her brain, searching desperately for a way forward.
What could she do now?
Devyn pondered deeply, but she couldnât come up with a solution.
Frustrated, she let her pen fall from her grasp.
She hesitated to reach out to Stella.
After a moment, Devyn recalled a certain man.
Fetching her phone, she found the number.
Yet, just as she was about to dial, she hesitated once more.
Plagiarism was the ultimate taboo in the design world.
Could he really assist her?
After a brief moment of hesitation, she dialed the number out of necessity.