"I know my words are unwelcome, but we can't let Jerrold be led astray by falsehoods. Reality and deception are distinct," Jenna stated, undeterred by their status.

Whispers spread among the guests. Was Jenna's claim about Jerrold true? Had he cheated to win first place?

His transformation from a previously autistic child to a celebrated artist raised doubts. Could he have deceived even Kenneth?

The room's gaze shifted to Kenneth, tinged with a hint of pity.

Lilah, her eyes frosty, turned to Jenna. "Do you realize the impact of your words on Jerrold?"

Jenna stood her ground. “I speak for fairness. If he truly painted that piece, why the hesitation now? This way of upbringing will only harm him."

Suddenly, a firm voice interrupted, "I'll draw."

Jerrold rose from his seat, his youthful face marked by determination.

“If my work matches my previous level, you owe my mother an apology."

"Agreed." Jenna quickly signaled a waiter, eager to see Jerrold commit to his claim.

The hotel, well-equipped for such occasions, swiftly provided a canvas.

ALL eyes were on Jerrold as he began to draw.

Confusion spread among the onlookers. The unfolding scene was puzzling. Doubts simmered. Was Jenna right? Had Jerrold won under false pretenses?

Jenna watched, a small, triumphant smile playing on her Lips. She was convinced that Kenneth would soon see Jerrold's lack of talent and reconsider his choice. In her mind, Vera's future as Kenneth's first student was almost secure.

Jenna watched with growing anticipation, expecting Jerrold's efforts to falter. But as he added color to his initially puzzling brushwork, a stunning transformation occurred. A breathtaking scene of a snow-capped mountain emerged, captivating everyone.

The room erupted in astonishment. "Incredible! How did it turn so beautiful?"

"Jerrold's talent is undeniable," someone exclaimed.

“He truly is Gerard's son. Such artistry is rare even among seasoned masters."

Praise poured in, genuine and enthusiastic. Kenneth, beaming with pride, declared, “Jerrold is the most gifted young artist I've encountered. He's destined for greatness."

Even those unfamiliar with art were mesmerized by Jerrold's painting.

Jenna stood there, speechless, her earlier certainty shattered. Her mind raced, grappling with the reality that Jerrold's talent was genuine.

The crowd, astonished by Jerrold's skill, watched as he turned to Jenna with a steely gaze.

"Now, you owe my mom an apology," he said with a maturity beyond his years. His presence, reminiscent of Gerard's, commanded respect.

Many in the room looked at Lilah with a mix of envy and admiration, marveling at her fortune to have such a gifted son. Some parents, reflecting on their own children, vowed to be stricter when they got home.