Suppressing the growing sense of unease in his chest, Michael stepped into a corner, pulled out his phone, and dialed her number.
"The number you dialed is unavailable..."
He redialed—again and again—but the same mechanical message echoed back each time.
And then, a courier walked into the banquet hall.
He delivered three packages—each was addressed from Ashlyn.
Under the curious gaze of everyone present, Arnold smiled warmly as he opened the first gift.
Inside was an embroidered silk tapestry—a vivid and intricate “Hundred Deities Blessing Scroll.”
It was clearly something Ashlyn had poured months of effort into, hand-stitched with care and reverence.
Moved to tears, Arnold gently opened the second gift.
Inside was the heirloom jewelry set his wife had gifted her when she married into the family.
The moment those jewels were revealed, the room fell dead silent.
Everyone in high society knew what it meant when a woman returned her in-laws’ ancestral jewelry.
Before Arnold could react, Michael—face dark as storm clouds—strode toward the third gift.
Just as expected, he tore it open with frozen hands.
