To people like them who lived a pampered life of luxury, the art of embroidery was completely unfamiliar territory. They had never held a needle at home. If something was damaged, they would just throw it out, so there was no use for needles.

Needles punctured their fingers, and it was frightening to look at.

Out of carelessness, the needle on Emily’s right hand once again pricked her left index finger.

As the stinging pain spread, the last of her patience was gone. She immediately threw the embroidery frame onto the ground, wailing and yelling, “Are we living in ancient times right now?

“To think handmade embroidery still exists! How would I know how to do it?! Is this torture? I’m a pregnant woman. What merits do they have for torturing me to death?

“Why did the others get so little handkerchiefs while we get so many? Did that sh*tty Xyla Quest bribe someone?

“Is Father really going to ignore this? And Brother Sullivan, why is he ignoring me? I’m pregnant with the Sulliva