Chapter 37

A few days later, Catherine had fully recovered. She spent her days either watching soap operas or drawing. One evening, Raphael knocked on Catherine's bedroom door and asked, "What are you up to? May I come in?" His tone was gentle, as if he were coaxing a baby. "Come in, Uncle Raph. What's the matter?" Catherine put down her pencil, which she had been using to sketch. She looked up at Raphael, who was much taller than her. Raphael held out a gift he had prepared for Catherine, though he wasn't entirely sure if she would use it. He thought it might be more convenient for her to draw digitally, which could be helpful for her future work. Catherine eyed the box he was holding, and judging by its size, she made a quick guess. "Let me guess... Is it a tablet?" Raphael, leaning against the doorframe, chuckled softly. "Why, you're so clever! Since when did you become so sharp, Cathy? Too bad none of that cleverness shows up when you do your schoolwork." "I am selectively clever," C