Chapter 7
I blinked. “What?”
“The sachets,” Edward said.
“The pillows are hard to pack, but sachets
we can take two.”
“I know you made a bunch. Lily won’t use them all.”
And in that moment, I understood.
He thought I was just being stubborn.
I let out a soft, almost amused laugh. “There aren’t any left. Not even one.‘
“I sold the extras.”
My embroidery skills were excellent.
My mother came from a line of master embroiderers, and before she passed, she taught me everything she knew.
The sachets I made were always in demand.
But usually, I didn’t have time to make many too busy with farm work.
Whatever I did make, I gave to Edward and Theo.
Edward was still staring at me doubtfully.
Until Theo came bouncing in, holding Amelia’s hand joyfully.
“Dad, let’s go already!”
Amelia took out a handkerchief and wiped his sweat gently. “Look at you, you’re so excited, even sweating!”
Edward scooped Theo into his arms. “Say goodbye to your mom.‘
But Theo was still sulking and refused to look at me.
My gaze landed on the handkerchief.
And I suddenly said, “Give it back.”
Amelia froze. “What?”
“That embroidered handkerchief. Give it back.”
Amelia let out a soft, dismissive laugh. “This kind of thing is a joke in the city anyway. If you can’t bear to part with it, here you are.”
She had saved Theo once, and I’d had nothing valuable to give her. So I had stitched that handkerchief as thanks.
Double–sided embroidery.
The butterfly on it was so lifelike it shimmered when tilted.
I had even sold off a precious, aged ginseng root to buy the finest silk threads.
Theo wrinkled his nose in disgust.
That expression
I’d seen it many times, both in this life and the last.
He thought I was embarrassing him.
The Kensingtons were always generous. If they borrowed something, they’d be too proud to ask for it back.
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Theo liked giving out candy to his classmates. Edward once paid tuition for a struggling student.
Only I pinched every penny, argued over every cent.
I’d fight tooth and nail to get one extra dime for an egg.
But Amelia wasn’t like that.
She was gentle, soft–spoken, never raised her voice at anyone.
She could spend her entire salary buying things for Theo – things I would never, ever buy for him.
So naturally, over time, he became closer to her.
And whenever I was too harsh with Amelia, Edward would side with her.
Theo had a sensitive stomach, so I never let him eat popsicles.
Amelia gave him one in secret.
Sure enough, he ended up with severe diarrhea and nearly dehydrated.
Amelia wept with guilt, tears brimming in her red eyes. “It’s my fault.”
I was about to scold her when Edward said, “She meant well.‘
“Don’t blame her.‘
Looking at it all now, they truly were a match made in heaven.
All my penny–pinching, all my scrimping none of it mattered.
Edward was born into wealth. With him, such things weren’t needed.
No wonder he didn’t want to take me with them.
