Chapter 1104

Shortly after, Grace came bounding back outside. She was holding the prized ink she'd retrieved from Oliver's study. "Hazel! Look! I got it!" she shouted joyfully. Oliver was speechless. James turned to him and complained, "Grace took your ink! Aren't you going to scold her?" Oliver stayed quiet. Meanwhile, Grace and Hazel had already started applying the ink to the snowman's face, giving it bold red lips. "What's the big deal? It's just Oliver's ink. Why would he hit me?" James pointed at the porcelain jar in her hand and said, "You're so naive! Oliver waited six years to get his hands on the ink. It never fades, not even in a hundred years. Even ancient kings used something like this. Think about it—what kind of thing would make someone like Oliver wait that long?" Grace froze in place, stunned. "What?" She looked down at the small jar in her hands, her eyes widening in shock. "Surprised, huh? Let me tell you something else—this ink paste is worth more than gold." The jar in