Chapter 289

"You're honestly the easiest patient I've ever had. If there's any—" Elsa started, then suddenly stopped mid-sentence. Her eyes lit up as they landed on the white scarf on the table. "He actually finished it!" she exclaimed. Clara blinked, following Elsa's gaze. When she saw the item on the table, her heart skipped a beat, especially after recalling Elsa's earlier words. She looked at Elsa and asked with uncertainty, "Are you telling me that Wren knitted this scarf himself?" Elsa was oblivious to the change in Clara's expression. She blinked in surprise. "Yeah, didn't you know?" A trace of confusion flickered across Clara's face. She just couldn't imagine Wren doing something like hand-knitting a scarf. However, her mind couldn't help but drift to all the things Wren had done for her in the past. Wren had once been the typical pampered young heir, born with a silver spoon in his mouth. He had never needed to do anything for himself. If he wanted something, someone else would tak