At the doorway, she reached for the handle, twisted it... and the door opened.
As expected...
As soon as the door opened, there was Stella, sitting in a corner of the studio, rummaging through all the clothes in her cabinet.
These clothes were all half-finished or failed pieces that Michelle Campbell had made by hand, and over time, they had just piled up here.
But she hadn't expected her daughter to dig them out.
"Stella, what are you doing here..." Michelle asked.
"Mom, what's this?" Seeing that her parents had arrived, Stella didn't seem too surprised but rather puzzled as she clutched a white men's shirt and waved it in front of Michelle's face.
It was a white shirt, looking like something that belonged to her father.
But the shirt had long since become tattered and torn...
Why would Mom want to keep such a shirt?
Listening to her daughter's words, Michelle instinctively looked up, and when she saw that familiar white shirt, she was stunned for a moment...
