She Quit Her Family and Found Herself novel Chapter 192

As the box was opened, the first things that caught her eye were several stacked Go manuals.

Hayden looked at the books. "These are my father's vintage Go manuals. He collected them over the years."

Hulda picked them up one by one, inspecting them carefully before gently setting them back down.

"Oh my gosh, isn't that Dad's pure jade Go board and stones?" Joanna suddenly gasped.

Hulda's gaze immediately shifted deeper into the box. The antique manuals were already an incredibly generous gift. She hadn't expected there to be an entire pure jade Go set resting beneath them.

"It is!" Hayden nodded. "After my dad passed away, I looked everywhere for this set but couldn't find it. I assumed he had given it away to someone. I never imagined it was in here."

Hulda gently ran her fingers over the board. The jade was translucent and cool to the touch—clearly crafted from premium stone. Nestled beside it were two matching boxes filled with pure jade pieces, each stone smooth and perfectly polished.

"I can't. I can't accept this. It's too expensive." Hulda had never expected Arthur Owen to leave her something so immensely valuable. She felt she didn't deserve it.

Hayden, however, was completely open-minded about it. "Hulda, if my father left these for you, then they are yours. Rest assured, Joanna and I have absolutely no issue with it. We already considered this box yours from the start. We were just holding onto it for you, and now it's finally back with its rightful owner."

Joanna nodded in agreement. "Exactly. Neither Hayden nor I have any talent for Go. Leaving something this beautiful with us would be the real waste. You keep it. It's what the old man wanted."

"But..." It was just far too precious.

"No buts!" Hayden waved his hand dismissively, then pointed into the box. "Look, there's a letter in there too."

Hulda immediately picked up the envelope. Written across the front in Arthur's bold, unmistakable handwriting were the words:

*For Hulda's eyes only.*

Just seeing those words brought tears to her eyes before she had even read the contents.

She opened the envelope. The letter wasn't long, but every single word carried exactly what the old master had wanted to tell her.

*Seeing these words is like seeing me in person.*

But neither of them spoke. They simply sat in silence, waiting for Hulda to calm down on her own.

Several soft breezes rustled through the leaves before Hulda finally managed to collect herself. She lowered her hands, sniffing softly.

Joanna handed her a tissue. "Here, dry your eyes, sweetheart."

"Thank you, Joanna," Hulda said in a thick voice, but the moment she spoke, fresh tears spilled down her cheeks.

Joanna gently helped wipe her tears. "Alright, don't cry anymore. You'll ruin that pretty face of yours."

She wasn't exactly great at comforting people, but her heart truly ached for the younger woman. Even though Joanna had no idea what Hulda had been through or what impossible constraints she was facing, she knew one thing for sure:

Any girl who could earn the deep affection and lasting memory of her notoriously stubborn father-in-law had to be an incredible person.

A little while later, Hulda fully regained her composure. With reddened eyes, she looked at Hayden. "Hayden, I'll keep them, then."