Chapter 330 The Golden Thread
Chapter 330 The Golden Thread
Seeing this, Freda stepped in front of the door with a reluctant expression and politely refused Spencer’s request.
“Sir, while you are indeed a distinguished guest of the Shields, it wouldn’t be appropriate for guests to enter this room.
“If you really wish to see it, why don’t you wait until she returns and shows you around herself?”
Freda knew that given Melody’s estranged relationship with the Shields, it was unlikely she’d ever willingly come back here.
She could say anything she wanted now.
“Do you mean that Melody will still come back?” Spencer raised an eyebrow.
He could see right through her lies.
Freda’s boldness in referring to “young miss” earlier betrayed her. Given that Freda had watched Suzanna grow up, it was no surprise that she didn’t truly accept Melody. To her, the only one worthy of her respect was Suzanna.
Spencer didn’t press any further.
Freda seized the opportunity and quickly said, “This is Ms. Melody’s home, of course, she’ll come back.
“Now, sir, if you’ll follow me, I’ve already prepared a room for you… Hey! What are you doing?”
As Freda led Spencer to the guest room, he turned around and kicked Suzanna’s room open
Suzanna’s room was the grandest and brightest in the Shield Residence. It was a lavishly decorated princess–themed room.
Spencer’s gaze swept across the familiar decor, finally settling on the pink princess bed adorned with a collection of expensive plush toys.
Among them was a delicately crafted pink and purple unicorn, carefully stitched with fine details. This particular unicorn plushie didn’t have a pricey tag like the others.
From the stitches, it was clearly handmade by someone.
Spencer’s eyes involuntarily lingered on it. The toy looked just like the unicorn he had once won for Melody when they were children.
He stepped forward, reaching instinctively to pick it up when a soft, sweet voice interrupted him.
“Spence, do you like that unicorn plushie?” Suzanna asked with a smile.
“I saw it in a photo of you and my sister when you were little. Although she never mentioned it again, I thought it was pretty and must have been something special to her once. So, I sewed one myself to give to her.
I’m glad that she didn’t throw
“Sorry, my sister has never liked unicorns. She probably kept this one only because she felt bad for me, seeing how I pricked my fingers sewing it together.”
Her eyes shimmered with a feigned sadness as she rubbed her fingers together.
Spencer glanced at them and saw signs of her working with a needle and thread at some point.
Ignoring her attempt at sympathy, Spencer stepped forward and picked up the unicorn plush, clutching it to his chest.
You made this right, Melody!
Unicorn plushies on the market wouldn’t have a fine gold thread sewn around the neck like a collar.
When they were kids, Melody wasn’t exactly skilled with a needle, but she would sit on the sofa, carefully stitching a golden collar around the neck of her unicorn.
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Chapter 330 The Golden Thread
“Mel, what are you doing?” he’d asked.
Your fingers are bleeding. Stop messing around.”
At the time, eight–year–old Spencer had knelt by the ten–year–old Melody’s side, watching with worry.
He’d reached up to take her small hands in his own chubby ones, blowing gently on her fingers. “See? Martin says blowing on it will make the pain go away
Melody chuckled and teased, “The little rascal knows how to care for his sister now?”
“Tim stitching a collar on the unicorn, she’d explained.
“Unicorns have wings, and without something to anchor them, they might fly away–just like how you might fly away when you grow up. If I tie you down, then no matter how far you go, you’ll come back to me….
The memory of her soft and determined voice echoed in his mind.
Now, at 18. Spencer looked down at the unicorn plush with the golden collar that had been painstakingly sewn on by hand.
It felt like that moment from his childhood struck him in the heart.
Melody is right.
