Chapter 481

When Imogen mentioned Archie's name, for a fleeting moment, Johanna, who was standing on the second floor, pressed her lips together. Her expression was a mix of anger, jealousy, and pride. It was a complex mix and rather baffling. By the time Felicia looked again, Johanna had already turned and left. Imogen sat on a small chair brought over by a maid, still reminiscing about Archie. Every word she spoke was imbued with heartfelt emotion. Felicia sipped her tea and basked quietly in the sun. She said nothing. … After three days, the herbs on the list were all gathered. During those three days, it was unclear what scenarios Imogen had imagined in her mind, but she completely took on the role of an older sister. She was exceedingly warm toward Felicia, constantly asking about her well-being. During the day, they enjoyed some tea, chatted, admired flowers, and fed fish. At night, Imogen pulled Felicia along to sift through baby clothes. Since Imogen couldn't see, she relied on touc