Chapter 179

Scarlett’s POV: I stepped out of the ward, only to notice someone had entered the small room next door. The man had delicate features and wore gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose. Dressed in a long black trench coat and dark jeans, his slender frame looked about as tall as Everett’s. Seated on the sofa, he lifted his gaze when I appeared. Our eyes met, and he gave a polite nod. He had an intellectual air about him—quiet yet captivating. Out of courtesy, I returned the nod, my gaze lingering on his face for an extra second. There was a faint sense of familiarity about him. Eleanor walked over, linking arms with me and whispering in my ear, “Scarlett, I’m shocked! Dr. Simon’s grandson is actually Aryan Browne!” I furrowed my brow. “Aryan Browne?” I searched my memory before asking, after a moment, “The painting master who became famous overseas?” “Yes! Over thirty million followers on Twitter—he’s a superstar artist with both talent and popularity!” Eleanor looked indignant. “Dr. Sim