After the New Year’s Eve Tragedy: Her Icy Return
Chapter 59 Is That Aunt Caroline Up Ahead?
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“Well then, I’ll just go ahead and marry into the Graysons!” Helen eagerly said, her thoughts consumed by the idea of marrying into the prestigious Graysons. She envisioned herself as Mrs. Grayson, living a life of wealth and luxury.
Liam let out a long sigh. “If you leave, it’ll feel like there’s something missing, Helen. Like there’s an empty space inside me.”
He suddenly found himself wishing it were Caroline who was leaving, hoping Helen could stay with him forever.
But he also wanted her to be happy, no matter what.
Noticing the troubled expression on his face, Helen moved closer, settling beside him. She linked her arm with his, offering a small gesture of reassurance. “Uncle Liam, I’m just getting married, not disappearing forever. I promise I’ll visit you often.”
At her calming words, a faint smile of relief returned to Liam’s face.
Then, as if a new thought struck him, he said, “Oh, and the dress designs you were supposed to do–don’t forget, you need to have the sketches ready by this Friday.”
Creating the outfits would take time, and if they didn’t meet the deadline, they might fall behind.
Helen gave him a confident nod. “Don’t worry. There’s plenty of time. A few more days will be enough.”
In the past, she had relied on Caroline’s designs, mostly out of laziness.
do much better. After all, if
But now that she had a background in fashion design, she knew she co Caroline could design successful pieces with limited skills, surely she–ng a professional–could do it even better.
Helen worked quickly. By Thursday night, she had already completed five sketches, which included dresses and tops.
The next step was to create the prototypes.
Afterward, she planned to work with the pattern maker to refine the samples.
The pattern maker, a diligent woman, noticed a few issues as she worked on the patterns and didn’t hesitate to speak up. “I think there’s something off about this part of the design. You might want to-”
Helen’s temper flared at being questioned. She sharply responded, “Are you the designer, or am I?”
The pattern maker, aware of Helen’s position as the chairman’s daughter, felt a bit intimidated. “You’re the designer, but-”
“No buts. Just follow my design and do your job!” Helen snapped, feeling as though everyone was trying to make things difficult for her.
She had never had issues with her designs before–so why was this one so troublesome?
As the workday neared its end, Liam stopped by to check on Helen.
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Chapter 59 is That Aunt Caroline Up Ahead?
The pattern maker, still trying to ensure the patterns were right, voiced her concerns to Liam.
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Although Liam didn’t completely understand the design issues, he cautiously asked Helen, “Helen, are you sure you don’t want to take another look at the sketches
Helen, growing impatient, replied, “I’m the head designer. Don’t you trust my judgment?”
There were other people in the office–two design assistants–and by questioning her in front of them, Liam had unintentionally embarrassed her, the lead designer, who was often praised for her skills.
Liam saw the confident look on her face and chose not to press further.
After all, her reputation was well–known, and it wouldn’t be right to doubt her.
“I’m sorry. Don’t be mad,” Liam said, offering a smile to try to calm her down. “You know, there’s this new fondue place near our house. How about we go there for dinner?”
Helen pouted, still a little upset, but didn’t argue.
Her silence was enough for Liam to grab her wrist and pull her toward the door. “Come on, we’re going. If we wait too long, we won’t get a seat.”
He had heard that the fondue restaurant was very popular–every time he passed by, there were people lined up outside.
Helen didn’t say anything, but deep down, her mood lifted. She followed Liam to the restaurant, the frustration from earlier beginning to fade.
As they drove there, Helen suddenly spoke up. “Uncle Liam, is that Aunt Caroline up ahead?”
She pointed to a girl riding an electric scooter in the bike lane ahead.
Liam glanced in the side mirror and then back at the road. “No, that’s not Caroline.”
She doesn’t have an electric scooter, and she wouldn’t be here.
“Really?” Helen muttered, not entirely convinced. Her eyes lingered on the girl wearing a helmet and mask as the car drew nearer.
Something about her looked familiar–it could really be Caroline.
Just as they were about to pass her, Helen leaned closer to Liam. “Uncle Liam, I really think that’s Aunt Caroline. If you don’t believe me, we can slow down and follow her. Once she stops, we can get a better look and see if I’m right.”
She was now about 80% sure it was Caroline.
Could it be that she secretly bought an electric scooter without telling anyone? Maybe she’s done something else surprising that no one knows about.
She figured this unexpected encounter with Liam was the perfect chance to confirm her suspicions.
Liam, still unconvinced, shook his head. “You and your curiosity. We’re supposed to be going for fondue. Don’t waste time on something unnecessary.”
