Her hands, having never done rough work, if examined, would definitely give her away...
Mellisa Winsor had already rushed over, immediately blocking in front of her, explaining, "She is the seamstress passed down in our family, born a mute, with skillful hands like white reeds, not usually shown to outsiders."
"However, since Julian is not an ordinary person, let's make an exception."
Mellisa continued joking, feeling a sense of relief in her heart. Since she had introduced her as a seamstress, even if those hands didn't have calluses, what could Julian do to her?
"Show your hands to Julian."
Mellisa gestured to the middle-aged woman, who obediently rolled up the coarse cloth sleeves, revealing two snow-white hands. Even in middle age, those hands were maintained even better than her face, without a single wrinkle to be seen.
