Sage heard something about Uncle Roy and Aunt Freya. However, she never thought he
would come down from the mountain!
Roy Duncan watered the flowers in the yard with Freya. They discussed when to return to Mostal.
It would be more convenient to treat Freya‘s legs in Mostal. Besides, the environment there was condu
cive to her recovery. However, Freya was still worried about Sage and wanted to see how things would
go. When Roy saw Sage,
he greeted her with a smile. “Sage. I‘ve been waiting for you to come.” “Master Duncan, I‘m not the rare
guest here. I‘m surprised to see you here.” Sage greeted Freya and took her hand. Then, Sage looked
at Roy and asked, “Didn‘t you say you‘d never come down from the mountain? Didn‘t you say you‘d di
e there? So you‘ve come down for love?”
“Yeah,” Roy was very thick–skinned and answered boldly, “how is it?
Am I great?” “Well, you‘ve finally returned to a normal life. Of course, you‘re great,” Sage teased.
She stretched out her fist and gave Roy a fist bump. When she was a child and stayed in Mostal, it was
Roy who took Ross and her to have fun all over the mountain.
She thought Roy would be a bachelor forever. She did not expect him to have such a relationship
with Aunt Freya. Perhaps, it was fate.
Sage took out the newly embroidered tulle and put it on Freya‘s leg. She explained, “I didn‘t have time t
o make this, but my butler handmade this. She‘s the one who taught me
embroidery.” Freya and Aunt Wendy touched the embroidery and exclaimed, “What a wonderful work.
Help me thank her.”
“Thanks.”
Sage chuckled. “Aunt Freya, don‘t worry about me. You should go with Master Duncan and get your leg
treated in Mostal. Leave the Yuriel family to me. I‘ll watch over it for you. Everything will be fine.”
Tears welled in Freya‘s eyes. She hugged Sage, unable to say a word.
After her son‘s death, Roy and Sage became her greatest comfort. Thankfully, they gave her hope and
courage to continue living.
After leaving the Yuriel family‘s old residence, Sage made a quick trip to Yuriel Treasure Museum. She
brought the broken hairpin with her and showed it to Wayne.
Wayne wore his glasses and observed the broken hairpin under the light. He carefully compared the tw
o sides.
Sage leaned over. “Grandpa, how is it? Can you fix it?” “What? Are you underestimating my craft?” Wa
yne‘s face twitched a little as he snorted twice.
“Well, it‘s not that. It‘s just that this hairpin is a little oddly broken,” Sage explained,” normally, there sho
uld
be some rough edges when the wood is broken into two pieces. This one didn‘t. It broke a little too neat
ly.” Wayne asked her, “Where‘d you get this wooden hairpin? From an auction?”
“Auction? No, not an auction,” Sage stared at the hairpin and explained, “I bought it at a random stall wh
year–old wood from
a random stall. You‘re blessed with good luck,” Wayne said, but his hand never stopped. He began to re
year–old wood? Seriously?” Sage was surprised, isn‘t that worth a lot of money?”
She suddenly felt like she underestimated the wooden hairpin.
“When it comes to
antique, it‘s just an aged item. It‘s worth a lot of money to those who like to study it, but to those who do
She muttered, “If I knew it was a treasure, I wouldn‘t have given it to Jace...”
When Wayne heard that he asked, “Is the blood on the hairpin his?”
The conversation suddenly became very heavy. Sage‘s heart sank and answered with a faint hum.
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