Chapter 221 Move to My Estate
Margaret fell momentarily speechless.
I made that foreign country story up on the spot. There’s no such place selling sanitary pads at all.
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She smiled and explained, “That place is far away. Someone else bought these for me long ago. Actually, the principle behind making them is quite simple. If we can gather the right materials, I could easily make them myself and even sell them.”
Noelle’s eyes widened in surprise. “Can we really make something this precious ourselves?”
“We can.” Margaret nodded. “Though for now, the cost of making them is still very high. Even if we produce them for sale, the price won’t be low.”
“Only the nobles in Breston could afford something so fine. There’d be no shortage of buyers if we made them.” Noelle’s eyes lit up with excitement.
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Then she hesitated. “But this sort of thing is rather unseemly. If Father and Mother found out we were making and selling it…”
“King Spencer and Queen Norma have countless state affairs to attend to. They’d never notice such trivial matters,” Margaret said gently. “Besides, all women handle this privately and would never speak of it openly. If you wish to help other ladies, you could start quietly for now. I’m sure with time, you’ll grow comfortable with it, too.”
“Alright, alright, enough of your lectures.” Noelle cut her off, cheeks flushing red. “Just tell me how many packs you can give me.”
Margaret smiled softly, “I only have enough for my own use. If I sell you a pack, I’ll have one less for myself.”
“Then… two silver marks a pack?” Noelle asked.
Margaret shook her head with a smile.
Noelle frowned in annoyance. “You wouldn’t dare charge me an exorbitant price, would you?”
Margaret smiled, “Nothing like that. I’d rather give you a few packs as a gift, to thank you for speaking up for me today.”
She slipped a hand inside her gown and pulled out a pack of sanitary pads.
Under Noelle’s stunned gaze, she placed it gently in her palm. “You could think it over. If we make these ourselves, it won’t only make life easier for us, but we could help countless other ladies, too.”
Noelle was about to reply when she suddenly caught sight of someone approaching and fell silent at once.
She quickly hid the pack behind her back, then said awkwardly, “Uncle Theodore, what brings you here?”
Theodore glanced at their expressions briefly. Seeing they both looked calm and composed, he turned to Margaret. “I waited long enough without you returning, so I came to check on you.”
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Chapter 221 Move to My Estate
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Margaret realized he’d been waiting for her this whole time and looked embarrassed. “I forgot to send word to let you know I…”
‘I kept her here to chat,” Noelle cut in quickly. “Don’t worry, Uncle Theodore. I wouldn’t bully her.”
She then changed the subject. “Speaking of which, why didn’t you talk to Myrna at the banquet today? She’s always the first to come to your side at every feast.”
An awkward silence hung in the air for a heartbeat.
Noelle seemed to realize she’d said something wrong, darted a self–conscious glance at Margaret.
Seeing no reaction from her, she quickly made an excuse. “I’d better go check on Christopher. I heard he fell just now. How clumsy of him–he was perfectly fine while I was there.”
With that, she turned and hurried away.
Her maid, Molly Davies, hurried after her. “Princess Noelle, why are you walking so fast?”
“Didn’t you feel how awkward the atmosphere was just now?” Noelle whispered.
Molly scratched her head. “Not really…”
‘Molly, is there water in your head? Can’t you tell Margaret has feelings for my Uncle Theodore?” Noelle lowered her voice. “I shouldn’t have brought up Myrna. He should figure that out on his own.”
Margaret and Theodore walked silently back to the carriage.
Neither spoke much along the way.
Once they boarded, Theodore said quietly, “Move to my estate tomorrow.”
Margaret frowned slightly. “Have you thought this through properly? What status would I have to stay at Ducal Palace?”
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