Chapter: 1595

Her interest in calligraphy was spontaneous, a temporary hobby she pursued passionately. Although she hadn't been able to study extensively, she was pleased with her progress.

Matteo's excitement was evident. "You once learned from Mr. Blake? The celebrated figure in the calligraphy world?"

Waldo, quite aged now, rarely took on new apprentices. His works seldom appeared on the market yet were highly prized.

When in good spirits, he hosted exclusive gatherings for calligraphy enthusiasts, where the fortunate few could acquire his pieces.

Waldo's apprentices were few, all of them notable figures. The youngest was the daughter of Deepley's wealthiest man, reputed for her exceptional calligraphy skills from a young age.

Rodrigo remarked, "He's well-known. Do you have a connection with him?"

"I wasn't officially his apprentice. I was just fortunate enough to learn from him briefly," Norah replied, remembering the elderly man who was eager to take her on as an apprentice. She had politely declined, preferring not to complicate her life with another mentor.

Seeing Matteo's reaction, she wondered if her refusal had been too hasty.

Matteo nodded. "That makes sense. I didn't see your name on Waldo's list of apprentices. But since you know him, could you introduce me? I haven't been able to gain access to his exclusive gatherings."

The events were limited to those within Waldo's personal network. Even individuals with wealth and influence found it challenging to gain access without the right connections.

"Sure, I'll ask if he has any openings," Norah said, familiar with Waldo since she had once treated him.

Matteo's eyes sparkled with excitement. "I can't believe you have a connection with such a distinguished figure, Norah. I'm really lucky to know you."

"You flatter me," Norah responded modestly.

Matteo eagerly picked up the poem she had written and admired it. "This is excellent! I'll have it framed and hung in the living room."

Norah felt a twinge of awkwardness. "There's no need for that."

The thought of seeing her casual work displayed every time she visited made her feel somewhat embarrassed.

Susanna sent the video to Joanna with a bright smile, her voice full of excitement. "Norah, your writing is fantastic! My father's suggestion to hang it in the living room is brilliant."

Rodrigo jumped in with a grin, "Why not hang it at my place? It's nice and quiet, and I can practice copying your handwriting whenever I like."

Matteo shook his head, his tone gentle but firm. "Dad, I've already had your things moved here. We're family, and now that Kayla and I are both home, we don't want you living all alone in that big villa."

Sean was quick to agree, his voice warm. "If you stay here, you'll always have someone to talk to, Grandpa. Do you really want to live by yourself over there?"

Susanna hugged Rodrigo's arm tightly, looking up at him with pleading eyes. "Please, Grandpa, move in with us."

Rodrigo couldn't say no. He knew deep down how much his son and grandkids cared for him, and after that close brush with death, being with them felt like the right choice.

"Alright, let's do that," he finally said, a warm smile spreading across his face. "The Scott family should be happy and together."

Norah, her mind racing about her calligraphy being on display, quickly jumped in, "Wait! Should I ask Mr. Blake to write something instead? Mine really isn't that great."