My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 689

I was stunned and couldn't help but look at the bracelet on my wrist. This bracelet was a gift from Charles; he gave it to me when I entered the Reid family registry four years ago. I rarely wore it, and was only wearing it now as I thought it beautiful when I stumbled upon it at home a few days back.

I really had very limited knowledge when it came to jewelry. I could only judge based on my preferences. I wouldn't be able to tell if something was good or bad piece.

But after hearing what she said, I couldn't shake the shock from my bones. "A bracelet worth hundreds of millions of dollars? That is impossible!"

No matter how valuable an item was, it was still an object. Weren't items that were worth hundreds of millions of dollars considered antiques?

She rolled her eyes at me and took me for a walk while sharing her jewelry knowledge with me. She started, "This bracelet was from the Victorian Era. A century ago, after the civil war ended, the last royal family sold this bracelet to Charles' greatgrandfather, who was a general at that time in order to survive. He loved his first wife so much that he gave this pair of bracelets to her. Later, when the country gradually stabilized, this bracelet was originally sent to the museum to be collected, but since the Reid Family contributed to the country's establishment, it was left in the Reid Family, allowing the bracelet to be passed down from generation to generation."

"This bracelet was meant to be passed on to the daughter-in-law of the Reid Family. Charles was generous to have given it to you."

I took her words to heart. I did not know it at the time, but now I knew in my bones that I should not have accepted this bracelet.

I brushed my fingertips against the bracelet subconsciously, kept silent and smiled.

Freya's phone rang and she answered it. I let her have her space, and walked around the shopping mall. The place was so noisy that it made it hard to breathe.

Everywhere I went, it felt stuffy.

I leaned against the railing as I scanned the shops on each floor. Hovell was different; shopping vendors were in the alleys instead of malls. All they had to do to get whatever they needed was to walk by the alley on their way home.

As I was lost in thought, Freya suddenly placed her phone next to my ear and teased, "Answer the phone."