Natalie smiled. "It''s alright, Grandma. Your stomach issues aren''t too serious. They''ll clear up after some proper care."


    Natalie focused on her soup, avoiding Sebastian''s gaze entirely.


    Sebastian watched her silently. Hadn''t she eaten enoughst night? She went home, made ate-night snack, had a few drinks, and then cursed him out online.


    The olddy finished half a bowl of soup before speaking. "Natalie, Sebastian told me that you haven''t been able to attend college because you spent thest two years taking care of him. He wants to send you abroad for further studies. I think that''s an excellent idea. A woman''s best investment is in herself."


    "Only by improving yourself can you secure a better future."


    Natalie nearly choked. She looked at Sebastian across the table; he clearly hadn''t given up.


    Natalie turned to him and asked, "Mr. Griffith, which university are you nning to send me to for these ''further studies''?"


    Sebastian replied, "Gafford University of Design. You have a real talent for design. If you continue to develop it, your future potential will be immeasurable."


    Natalie scoffed. "Then why don''t you call the president yourself and see if he''s willing to ept me. If he is, I promise you, I''ll go."


    Sebastian''s eyes flickered. "Fine. I''ll arrange it right away. I happen to know the president."


    Natalie said, "Good. Grandma, shall we go upstairs for your acupuncture?"


    Mrs. Griffith Sr. told Sebastian to handle the arrangements and went with Natalie to her room for the treatment.


    Sebastian returned to his room to make the call.


    He did know the president of Gafford University. Companies like his recruited top designers from there every year.


    It was a shame they hadn''t managed to hire the most


    outstanding designer from two


    years ago Otherwise, his apparel division would have been number one in Yaro long ago.


    "Hello, President. This is Sebastian. I''d like to arrange for my wife to pursue further studies at your university. She is an exceptionally talented designer."


    The president replied, "Mr. Griffith, I didn''t realize you were married. Could you send me her information?"


    Sebastian had already prepared Natalie''s portfolio and designs that morning. He switched screens and sent the files to the president.


    The president went silent as he


    é


    opened the files. When he saw the name Natali?, he was stunned Did this titan of the dustry really


    heustry


    to go back to school?


    feed


    "Mr. Griffith, you must be joking. Your wife, Natalie, received a Ph.D. from our university two years ago-the highest degree in our desig@program. She is not only an expert fashion designer but also highly skilled jewelry designer. In th? art world, she has mastered three major fields, including animation design, whiches to her effortlessly. We have been trying to invite her back to teach at our university."


    "But we could never find her. It turns out she married you, Mr. Griffith."


    "Mr. Griffith, please don''t joke with me. It''s quite demoralizing. She''s the senior designer you were looking for two years ago."


    As Sebastian listened to the president, his mind went nk. His towering figure trembled for a moment.


    So, Natalie was the designer he had been searching for two years ago.


    Last night, he had been utterly small-minded. He hadpletely misunderstood her.


    For the first time, a look of profound shock crossed his face, leaving him speechless.


    He felt both stunned and thrilled.


    Her words echoed in his mind: "Is it that hard to admit someone else''s excellence?"


    Suddenly, a question struck Sebastian. He asked, confused, "Why couldn''t I find any records of her before?"