Lucas had not given up. If anything, he had become even more obsessive than before.
The very next day, Ostenton Embroidery House sent over a large batch of orders. Every single commission specifically requested embroidery stitched by Caelith's own hands, and the offered payment was twice the normal market price.
Yvaine was overjoyed.
"Sister! Look at this! So many orders! We're going to become rich again!"
Caelith stared at the stacks of embroidered commissions before her, and a chill slowly spread through her chest.
She refused every one of them.
On the third day, another shipment of orders arrived. This time, the prices were even higher.
Caelith refused once again.
On the fourth day, Lady Lian came personally. The moment she stepped into the shop, Caelith noticed her reddened eyes.
"Miss Caelith…"
Caelith gasped and immediately led her into the inner room.
"Lady Lian, what happened?"
The woman looked at her, and suddenly, tears began slipping down her cheeks.
