She Walked Away With His Twins While He Begged the Ground She Walked On novel Chapter 432

In the sunlit afternoon of the Pierce estate, golden rays spilled through the windows of the grand living room.

Quinn was giving hands-on instruction in Eastern Artisanal Silkwork to several foreign ladies. The silk threads were layered intricately, the needle weaving with precision. The complex techniques left the onlookers gasping in awe.

Mr. Pierce smiled. "Your wife is truly remarkable. Her embroidery is utterly exquisite."

Miles's gaze drifted over. He saw the woman with her eyes lowered, her slender fingers deftly maneuvering the fine needle. Her expression was tranquil and unbothered, her entire demeanor radiating an innate, effortless grace.

The surrounding affluent ladies watched with bated breath. Seeing the overlapping, meticulously detailed stitches, they continuously voiced their astonishment.

"This is absolutely phenomenal!"

An older, distinguished lady leaned forward, her eyes bright with fascination. "This is my first time seeing Eastern Artisanal Silkwork performed in person. No wonder it is so highly revered worldwide."

"Look at the layering on these petals. It's so vivid, as if the flower is about to bloom right off the silk."

"I've only ever seen pieces like this preserved in museums. To witness it being created live today is an incredible stroke of luck."

"Every single stitch holds a romance entirely unique to the East. It's simply mesmerizing!"

Miles's eyes narrowed slightly. Quinn really knew how to do Artisanal Silkwork?

And it was Grandma Evelyn's absolute favorite kind, too.

She sat there, neither overly humble nor arrogant, completely unpretentious as she slowly unveiled the beauty of Eastern aesthetics to the room.

That grounded elegance and profound cultural depth felt completely natural to her. For a moment, he was thoroughly captivated.

Mr. Pierce spoke up. "Cedric, your wife is not only beautiful but incredibly brilliant."

"My wife mentioned that she also translated a French literature novel and won a prestigious translation award?"

In the past, Miles had never acknowledged it. Poisoned by Jade's manipulative whispers, he had always harbored doubts about the legitimacy of Quinn winning such a massive award.

But now, seeing her converse flawlessly and confidently with Madame Virmont in perfect French, his eyes darkened with realization.

Perhaps he had been entirely wrong from the very beginning?

She really had translated that novel all on her own.

He was so incredibly sharp and intelligent; none of them could beat him.

They asked if he had taken professional lessons.

He replied in English, explaining that he hadn't. He had only learned by watching videos originally, but later, his Daddy had taught him, causing his skills to improve drastically.

Luna and a few other toddlers came over to find him. She quickly informed him that the Weird Uncle was here and warned him not to take off his mask so he wouldn't be recognized.

Mommy and Auntie Dawn had both explicitly stated that the Weird Uncle could never see his face. So, knowing he was here, Luna was a little on edge.

Caleb nodded. "I know, Luna. Don't worry."

Miles and Mr. Pierce were out on the terrace, sipping coffee with Mr. Elon. The kids pulled Caleb over to the children's play area.

The terrace was situated perfectly above the play area on the second floor. A group of children were happily running around the garden slide below.

Miles's gaze casually swept over the swarm of kids downstairs, catching sight of a familiar little figure. His eyes immediately locked onto him.

That was... Caleb?