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Rose was baffled, and so was Harriette. This was completely different from what Harriette had expected.

"Shouldn't Eleanor be reprimanding Rose instead of approaching her with such an unusual gentleness? Why would the formidable Mrs. Finch Senior seek assistance from Rose of all people?" she thought. "Mrs. Finch Senior, how can I possibly help you?" Rose finally asked, dismissing several possibilities that crossed her mind.

"You are the only one who can help me," Eleanor repeated softly before beckoning her driver, who held a delicate, antique-looking box in his hands.

Though the box itself appeared to be a priceless artifact, it was evident that its contents were the focal point.

Eleanor's eagerness was palpable as she stepped forward, taking the box from the driver without waiting for him to hand it over.

"Rosie, take a look at this," she said, opening the box to reveal what lay inside.

Within the box was the embroidery pattern Rose had previously seen in Eleanor's study at Finch Manor. However, the embroidery looked different this time. The stitching technique seemed altered, leaving the final result somewhat... lacking. Rose gave Eleanor a discreet, knowing look. Her earlier dismissed guess had been correct after all.

"I tried to follow the embroidery technique you described when you visited the manor that day, but it seems like I still haven't fully grasped the essence of it after so many attempts," Eleanor admitted humbly.

She assumed that, by saying this, Rose would immediately agree to help her to earn favor. Yet, Rose maintained her polite smile, looking at the embroidery without saying anything further.

Eleanor purposefully paused for a while, but Rose showed no sign of taking the initiative to help, nor did she offer any words of comfort.

This left Eleanor somewhat frustrated, but she couldn't afford to display her irritation given Rose's elevated status.

Realizing that subtlety would not suffice, Eleanor opted for a more direct approach, for she was determined to achieve her goal.

With a gentle and pleading tone, she said, "Rosie, I have no other option but to ask for your help..."

"Help... with what?" Rose blinked in feigned confusion.NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

Eleanor was momentarily stunned. "Is Rose really not understanding, or is she pretending?" she wondered.

Of course, Rose was merely acting oblivious. Eleanor's words had made the situation painfully clear, and if Rose couldn't grasp it by now, her years growing up in the scheming Shaffer family would have been wasted. Eleanor desired Rose's help in repairing the evening gown, but her visit seemed far from coincidental, especially since it was so soon after yesterday's events.

She recalled Eleanor's presence at yesterday's banquet, with Lizzie holding an exquisite gift that appeared quite valuable.

Rose couldn't help but wonder if the gift had been intended for a specific individual, possibly Elijah. When Rose considered her current status, Eleanor's reason for being here tonight became increasingly clear.

As these thoughts raced through her mind, Eleanor continued, "Rosie, you're the only one who can restore my evening gown. You must help me!"

Her tone carried an undeniable insistence, making refusal difficult.

Nevertheless, Rose refused. "Mrs. Finch Senior, I... really can't." She waved her hands frantically as if she was startled.

Eleanor persisted. "But you can! I've looked into it. Before the craftsman passed away, he shared his knowledge and skills with a woman... and that woman is you!"

Rose's eyes widened in surprise as

she realized the extent of Eleanor's

knowledge, but upon further reflection, she found it unsurprising. After all, there was nothing the Finch

family couldn't uncover.

However, it appeared that Eleanor knew Rose could repair the evening gown even before yesterday's events. The realization struck Rose as increasingly amusing.

"Don't you want that evening gown restored to its original state?" Eleanor asked, coaxing gently.

"Not really." Rose had no emotional attachment to the gown, so there was no reason why she should care.

Eleanor was caught off guard by Rose's straightforwardness, making her wonder if she should also be more direct.

Her heart tightened in frustration, but she maintained a loving smile. With a thoughtful sigh, she continued, "If the craftsman were alive and saw the damaged gown, what would he think?"

Rose's mind flashed to the gown on

display at Finch Manor. "What would he think? He'd most likely feel regret,

an eagerness to repair it, and a

to restore it to its former

desire to

glory, she mused. After all, she had

felt the same when she first laid

eyes on the gown.

Being the shrewd and experienced woman she was, Eleanor quickly noticed the fleeting spark in Rose's eyes.

Recognizing a glimmer of hope, she hastily suggested, "Rosie, why don't you take a look at the gown first? Then, you can decide whether or not you want to help me."

Rose frowned, contemplating Eleanor's proposal. Seeing that Rose was about to refuse again, Eleanor quickly cut her off.

"You simply mustn't say no."

"I can't refuse, huh?" Rose thought as images of Jonathan flashed through her mind. Ultimately, Eleanor was his grandmother.

"Alright," Rose agreed hesitantly and almost instantly regretted her decision.

Having finally achieved her goal, Eleanor's face lit up with excitement. "Then it's settled! I'll see you ten days from now at Finch Manor. I'll have a driver to come pick you up!"

She set the time and place as if

afraid Rose Would back out at the last moment. Without waiting for

response, she swiftly turned and exited, her figure swiftly disappearing from sight. The remaining individuals exchanged looks of bewilderment.

Speechless, Rose pondered the situation. Considering its value and uniqueness, it made sense to inspect the gown at Finch Manor.

However, the proposed ten-day delay left her puzzled. Eleanor had been in such a hurry to visit that day, yet she hadn't asked Rose to examine the gown immediately.

The circumstances seemed rather peculiar and she couldn't help but wonder what could be happening in ten days.

Miles shared her bewilderment, thinking, "I can't believe Eleanor just left without allowing Rosie to refuse!"

He then firmly stated, "Rosie, don't worry. You don't have to attend if you don't want to. Whatever consequences arise, I will handle them."

Initially disinclined, Rose found herself growing increasingly curious as she wondered what could possibly happen in ten days. She thought she might as well satisfy her curiosity by attending. She smiled reassuringly at Miles. "It's fine. The Finch Manor isn't some treacherous dragon's den. Besides, Mrs. Finch Senior seemed to need my help. I doubt any harm will come of it."

The evening gown appeared to be a mere pretext, and Eleanor's true intentions remained elusive. Rose's exhaustion grew as she pondered the mystery, culminating in an unintentional yawn. Miles gazed at her with concern. "We can discuss this further later. For now, you should get some rest."

"Alright," Rose agreed, bidding Miles good night as she retired to her room.

Meanwhile, Miles' phone rang, causing him to step away to take the call and unwittingly leave Harriette behind. It was only then that Harriette realized she had been completely ignored.