Obedience No More He's the One I Deserved novel Chapter 271

Chapter 271 Margareth’s Workshop

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Chapter 271 Margareth’s Workshop

Ethan hummed softly. “Thanks for your hard work, Ms. Porter.”

Seeing Dawn still hadn’t shown her face, he added, serious now, “You look adorable.”

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Dawn let out two surprised squeals, then slumped back in mock defeat, moving her hands away. Well, she’d seen herself messier before–it wasn’t the end of the world.

“Hmph,” she muttered. “At least Margareth softened. That’s good news.”

Ethan’s dark eyes reflected her soot–streaked checks. His voice softened. “Next time something like this happens, let Tony handle it.”

“He’s got more important things to do.”

Dawn quickly filled him in on what she had Tony investigate. Then she paused, thinking. “I still feel like this isn’t that simple.”

Ethan’s eyes darkened for a moment. Finally, he spoke, low and steady. “I have a lead that might help with what you’re trying to find.”

Dawn froze. “What?”

“Yesterday, Roxanne went to Stonewarden Group’s project site on the west side. A few people were fired, and he left looking really upset.”

“Could… it be because of that secret?”

“Possibly.”

Stonewarden Group had always kept a low profile in Crestavia. But after the recent death, the company was under intense scrutiny. Everyone, insiders and outsiders, was watching–even the slightest reaction from Roxanne had been magnified.

Dawn frowned thoughtfully. “Got it. I’ll have Tony start with the fired employees–see if we can dig up any clues.”

“Smart.”

Ethan let out a low, warm laugh. His voice was smooth and magnetic. “Take care of yourself. I’ll be back soon.”

Dawn felt her chest warm at the words. “Okay,” she whispered.

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After hanging up, she touched her still–warm cheeks, slipped her phone into her jeans pocket, and headed to the sink to wash up.

By the time she returned to the living room, everyone had already started eating.

The two bodyguards immediately stood when they saw her.

Margareth snorted. “I told them to eat. You kept them waiting until the food got

cold!”

Dawn just smiled, feigning a little pout, and waved them off. “No need to be so stiff. Just do your job. Relax a little.”

Tony, on the other hand, ignored all that. He ate while praising Margareth’s cooking, then disappeared as soon as the meal ended.

After helping clean up, it was already past noon.

Dawn replied to a few work messages, then stepped outside.

Margareth sat under the maple tree in the yard, motionless. Her gaze was distant, fixed on nothing in particular, carrying a strange, empty loneliness.

Dawn stayed quiet, not wanting to disturb her.

In the afternoon, Margareth called her suddenly.

“Come. I want to show you something.”

Her tone is still sharp. This old lady … ever since they’d met, she’s always been like that–never straightforward, never soft.

Dawn muttered under her breath and followed, keeping her voice low enough just to be heard.

Margareth pretended not to notice and opened a side door from the living room.

Dawn then saw another courtyard behind the house–empty, not a single weed in sight. Only a small room, its door locked.

“This is my little workshop,” Margareth said evenly, the click of the lock cutting through the quiet. “My mother, my grandmother–they all kept the family going in this little space.”

She pushed the doors aside. Creak…

Inside, the room looked like a tiny exhibition. The walls were lined with headpieces, and the jewelry boxes on the tables held rings, bracelets, and necklaces–everywhere she looked,

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delicate craftsmanship sparkled.

Dawn couldn’t help but gasp. “Margareth, did you make all of this?”

“Yeah.”

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Margareth shot her a sharp glance. “So this is what you’re really after, huh? Take a good look, then.”

Then she turned away and got back to work, clearly not planning to supervise Dawn. After the past two days, Dawn already knew: Margareth was all words and no softness—but bringing her here was a sign. She had made a decision, at least in her own mind.

Dawn couldn’t help feeling a rush of excitement. She took her time, examining each piece carefully.

Every piece was handmade, completely different from mass–produced jewelry.

Every design, every detail, carried life. Even the colors were treated in a way that made them unique.

“Looks like just ordinary stuff,” Margareth said suddenly from behind, holding a small box and pressing it into Dawn’s hands.

Dawn froze. “What’s this?”

“You’ll see,” Margareth said.

She settled onto a chair beside her. “When a person dies, all that’s left is dust. These things are for young people to treasure. If you don’t want them, just donate them. Keep them, or don’t— it’s your choice.”

There was a trace of defiance in her tone, though it was hard to tell exactly what she was mad about.

Dawn pressed her lips together and set the box carefully on the table.

She opened it.

Inside were headpieces, necklaces, and brooches–each flawless. They looked valuable enough to fetch a high price at an auction.

Before she could speak, Margareth’s calm voice broke the silence again.

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“Don’t feel burdened. I have conditions.”

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