Hypnotizing Love novel Chapter 709

Amber raised the swaddle up to take a closer look.

Covered in a satiny layer pf silk, the swaddle was embroidered with many patterns that carried good blessings.

The embroidery was too elaborately vivid to be made by machine.

It appeared to be handmade.

The silky and delicate embellishment of the swaddle was a plain testament to its value.

And it's the same for that baby's suit, whose greatly soft texture manifested its cost, despite its age-revealing yellowish color.

"Why did dad keep this in the safe?" Amber laid down the swaddle with confusion.

Jared took up the piece and inspected it. After gazing at it, he then blinked and said, "I guess it belonged to you as a kid and was wrapped on you the first time you had come to the Reed's, so your father kept it because it meant something special to him."

"Why would you think it was wrapped on me when I first came to the family?" Amber asked in surprise, holding onto the swaddle.

Dropping his eyes, Jared said, "It's just my guess. If it was gotten this for you after you had been part of their family, it would make no sense to preserve this one in particular among all the others. But the clothing you wore the first time you came to the family made such difference. It served as a sweet reminder of what you were like when you first joined the family."

In fact, that wasn't just his guess.

He was able to blurt out that the swaddle was covered on her when she first came to the Reed's because the embroidery had been the work of Velma Clarkson, also known as the old Mrs. Gardner, a renowned expert in embroidery and leading member of the Embroidery Association.

Her had been popular.

However, for reasons unknown, she had announced thirty years ago that she would no longer embroider, a pity to many of her admirers.

But four years afterwards, she broke her own promise by sewing again the day when her daughter-in-law was pregnant.

Lady Velma said to the press that she started embroidering again only to make a swaddle for her unborn grandchild.

The unborn grandchild was Amber.

Hugo Reed sneaked Amber out from the Gardner's soon after she had been born. The swaddle that she was wearing should have been it.

"It's hard to believe that he would have kept it," Jared said to himself.

Unaware of what had been going on Jared's mind, Amber folded the piece of cloth and said, "If your guess is right, then my original family should be kind of cool, well, at least rich."

"It is rich," said Jared.

Amber looked up to him, "Why, you sounded as if you knew my original family."

A mysterious blaze flashed across his eyes as Jared laughed and said, "How would I know, I said that based on this thing."

Jared pointed the swaddle in her hands.

Amber herself did not expect him to know her biological family, so on hearing his remarks, she put the swaddle away back in the leather case, "It doesn't matter if they are rich or not. It won't have anything to do with me. I am a Reed and will always be."

"So are you going to keep it yourself? "Jared said to her.

Amber closed the case, "Sure. Since my father put it away in the safe, it should be something like a memento, then I can't lose it. I will keep it at home."

"Well, don't bring it out in case anyone else see it, "reminded Jared, squinting his eyes.

"Especially the Gardners or anyone who recognizes the craftsmanship of Velma Clarkson, "he thought.

Otherwise, her relation with the Gardner family would be uncovered.