Chapter 394

The live stream comments exploded.

"Oh my god! This carving technique is divine!"

"Wait... this style looks familiar."

"Could it be NC the Legend?"

"No way. NC vanished three years ago!"

Evelyn Laurent remained absorbed in carving the wooden block, oblivious to the chatter.

Her fingers danced with practiced ease as wood shavings fluttered down.

Each stroke landed with instinctive precision.

"Done." She set down the chisel, admiring her work.

Twelve miniature statues stood in perfect formation, their clothing folds rendered in exquisite detail.

Ethan Sullivan's eyes flashed with admiration. "When did you learn this craft, Evelyn?"

Julian Langley rushed to examine the carvings. "These are uncanny!"

Evelyn massaged her sore shoulder. "Just picked it up during idle moments."

She glanced at the sky, then brightened suddenly.

"Let's chop wood for deck chairs!"

Bianca Fairchild responded instantly. "I'll help!"

Her eyes sparkled with anticipation.

These were the most carefree days she'd ever known.

No schemes from Beatrice Quincy to dodge. No icy glares from the Quincy family.

Though worried about her grandmother's safety, Bianca found unexpected solace in Evelyn's presence.

"Let's go." Evelyn grabbed an axe and headed toward the trees.

Bianca quickened her pace, making a silent vow.

She'd pay any price to save her grandmother.

Even... with her life.

Sunlight filtered through the leaves, painting dappled patterns on the ground.

Evelyn's silhouette flickered between light and shadow.

For a fleeting moment, Bianca saw her as a beacon in the darkness.