My Flash Romance With the Richest Mogul novel Chapter 1773

To Thelma's surprise, when she met Skylar today, she was unexpectedly approachable, smiling as soon as she got into the car.

"This is a cashmere scarf I knitted myself. I hope you like it," Thelma said, handing it over.

Knitting had been one of her hobbies since childhood—gloves, hats, scarves, and clothes. Nowadays, when anxiety struck and she couldn't calm her mind, knitting scarves for herself was her way of finding peace.

Skylar was pleasantly surprised. "You're talented. A handmade scarf feels so much more personal. I love it."

"I knew you'd like it. I have one too," Charles said proudly, his eyes gleaming with a touch of boastfulness, his tone dripping with pride.

Thelma sighed with relief.

The journey was long, taking several hours. Over time, Skylar and Thelma got more comfortable with each other.

Thelma began to share some of the incidents from her family's past. At first, she hadn't thought much of them, but after hearing Charles mention the possibility of negative forces being involved, she realized just how strange some of those events had been.

For years, she had been focused solely on helping her grandmother, Maia Blair, and her brother, Calvert Johnston, never considering how those incidents might be connected.

"It's still just a theory that something negative might be involved. If not, it could be something human-made. You should really think about whether anything unusual happened before your parents passed away," Skylar suggested gently.

Thelma nodded thoughtfully, her mind beginning to turn over the possibilities.

Her parents had passed away many years ago, and many details had faded with time. They had always been humble, hardworking people who led simple lives without ever causing trouble. It seemed unlikely they had enemies who would go to such lengths to harm them.