Art Professor Destroys Promising Artist's Career, Never Expecting Her Triumph!
The sterile cyan glow of the cardiac monitors pulsed, a stark contrast to the cold blue rain cascading down the floor-to-ceiling windows of the elite hospital suite. Arthur, a twenty-two-year-old painter, lay propped against crisp Egyptian cotton pillows, her frail form swallowed by a charcoal hospital robe. Her skin was pale, translucent, her cheekbones hollowed, and her ink-smudged fingers trembled. Only her piercing amber eyes held a spark of defiance. Towering over her was Damian Knox, her fifty-four-year-old art professor, a man whose impeccable charcoal herringbone suit seemed to radiate a venomous condescension. His silver hair was slicked back, and his wire-rimmed spectacles glinted in the dim light.
With a sudden, violent movement, Damian gripped Arthur's exquisite oil portrait by its stretcher bars. He wrenched them apart, the heavy linen canvas tearing with a gut-wrenching splintering snap. Flecks of dry lapis lazuli pigment erupted into the sterile air, a violent burst of color against the room's muted palette. Damian's jaw clenched with sadistic relish as he spat, "You are a talentless charity case whose pathetic hospital scribbles will never sell for fifty dollars, Arthur." Arthur remained silent, her breath hitching in paralyzed shock. Tears welled in her eyes, but she refused to let them fall, her frail knuckles whitening as they clenched the bedsheet.

Damian casually flung the torn halves of the canvas across Arthur's lap. He stepped closer, jabbing a manicured finger inches from her nose, his spectacles catching the cold blue glare of the monitors. "Consider your scholarship terminated—you are officially blacklisted from every gallery and auction house in Europe," he declared with haughty derision. Arthur remained silent, a single tear finally spilling over her cheek, tracing a path through the paint dust. Her quivering chin abruptly locked into razor-sharp defiance as the cardiac monitor behind her accelerated into an urgent, demanding tempo.
”Her quivering chin abruptly locked into razor-sharp defiance as the cardiac monitor behind her accelerated into an urgent, demanding tempo.