Chapter 709 Velma Clarkson's Handicraft

Amber raised the swaddle up to take a closer look. Covered in a satiny layer pf silk, the swaddle was embroidered with many patterns that carried good blessings. The embroidery was too elaborately vivid to be made by machine. It appeared to be handmade. The silky and delicate embellishment of the swaddle was a plain testament to its value. And it's the same for that baby's suit, whose greatly soft texture manifested its cost, despite its age-revealing yellowish color. "Why did dad keep this in the safe?" Amber laid down the swaddle with confusion. Jared took up the piece and inspected it. After gazing at it, he then blinked and said, "I guess it belonged to you as a kid and was wrapped on you the first time you had come to the Reed's, so your father kept it because it meant something special to him." "Why would you think it was wrapped on me when I first came to the family?" Amber asked in surprise, holding onto the swaddle. Dropping his eyes, Jared said, "It's just my guess.