Chapter 553

Henry stepped up, cradling Esme gently. “Esme, I’m doing this for you. Please, no more mistakes, okay?”

Esme could have any guy she wanted, except Alexander. Alexander was never going to be hers.

“Esme, let’s get you out of here for a bit,” Henry said, running his fingers through her hair.

Esme looked really out of it. Her eyes were blank, and she seemed totally lost. Henry’s heart ached for her.

“Henry, I don’t want to go anywhere. I just want to be more composed,” Esme said softly, looking a bit distant.

Henry didn’t want to push her, so he kept quiet. But inside, he was already planning to get her more medical help. She really needed it.

“Come on, let’s go check out the jewelry. Pick anything you like, it’s on me,” Henry said, holding her hand as they walked into the venue.

Just like when they were kids, Henry always held Esme’s hand. Esme glanced at Henry and felt a sense of safety. She whispered, “Thanks, Henry.”

Henry looked at her, feeling a mix of emotions. He held her hand tightly, walking beside her.

Inside, Ivan was showing off the jewelry to Elizabeth, with two other young women tagging along.

Ivan crossed his arms, looking at the big screen with the jewelry descriptions. “These are all from our exclusive designers. What do you think?”

“Not bad, but nothing really pops,” Elizabeth said bluntly.

One of the girls next to Elizabeth shot her a look, and Elizabeth continued, “Each piece is nice, but nothing screams ‘buy me.’”

“Take this one,” Elizabeth pointed to a necklace. “The diamonds are pretty, but the design is outdated. The price is tempting, but it doesn’t feel worth it, so people pass.”

Ivan was taken aback by how much Elizabeth had to say. “Are you into design?” Ivan asked.

Elizabeth blinked. “Not really.”

“But you sound like a pro,” Ivan said.

Elizabeth smiled. “Remember what my mom does? She’s a clothing designer.”

Ivan nodded, realizing why Elizabeth seemed so knowledgeable.

“This piece is really ‘meh.’ If it were me, I wouldn’t even show it off. It’s embarrassing,” Elizabeth pointed to another necklace, critiquing it sharply.

One of the girls next to her looked annoyed. “I think this necklace is well-designed.” “The designer has made some best-sellers,” she added.

Elizabeth noticed the girl’s name tag: “Sarah Barnes.” She also saw Sarah’s name on the necklace’s info card. Now she understood why the girl was defensive.

“Not bad,” Elizabeth said, trying to avoid drama. But Sarah felt Elizabeth was being dismissive. She turned away, saying nothing.

“Sarah, you can’t talk to Elizabeth like that,” Ivan said, annoyed.

“Boss, our design is fine,” Sarah shot back.