The Plan of the Terminally-Ill Wife's Divorce (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 128

After asking Bertin for permission—since I’d discovered someone working at the atelier was also from the North and was delighted to meet them—I brought Ann to the townhouse.

“You said you had no more dreams left in the capital, so why do you keep staying here? You even claimed dressmaking wasn’t your true calling.”

Ann blushed and replied,

“I can’t go back precisely because I haven’t accomplished anything yet. I’ve already decided I’ll only return home once I can proudly face my father.”

But because of that, Boyer nearly collapsed into despair, thinking his daughter had died.

Had I not intervened and persuaded him, he might have drowned himself in drink and perished. Instead of scolding this passionate young maiden, I chose different words.

“Truthfully, I’m quite interested in the fashion business. How’s your atelier doing? Is it prospering?”

Ann’s eyes widened, and she quickly answered,

“It’s one of the most successful ateliers in the capital—extremely prosperous! If only I had the skills, I’d have opened my own shop. Do you have any idea how much markup they take on garments? Yet the pricier they charge, the more popular they become!”

Suddenly remembering something, Ann, who had been chattering away, added,

“Oh, but don’t worry too much, Madam! I’ll keep a sharp eye to ensure your clothes are made well and with quality fabric.”

“I don’t care how much profit the atelier takes in the middle. As long as it’s reasonable, I’ll accept it as standard practice for dressmaking. What matters more is this—our North still carries an image of poverty, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, that’s exactly why I ran away from the North myself.”

“I’d love to see famous shopping districts like those in the capital established in our North too—so people can view the North through a different lens.”

Ann looked hesitant.

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