Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 391

Flipping through the booklet, the illustrations were as clear and detailed as architectural blueprints.

The drawings were a bit rough around the edges, lacking the precision of professional plans, but each

was crafted according to architectural standards. Every measurement was meticulously noted, even This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

the corners were marked, making everything immediately clear at a glance.

The meticulousness extended to the locations measured—every street, every alley, every neighbor

was clearly indicated, down to the exact place where any permanent object stood.

I went through several pages in astonishment. Then I turned to my dad with disbelief and asked,

"This... Is this their handiwork?"

A few proud smiles broke out among them.

Probert looked at me, his eyes wide with excitement. "Mom, this is what we've achieved in this time.

Cool, huh?"

"It's amazing! How did you... How did you manage to do this? It's so professional! Even architectural

plans aren't this thorough!" My praise was genuine, straight from the heart.

I was utterly astounded.

"Dad, is this really their work?" I asked, seeking confirmation in disbelief.

"Mom, why would you doubt it? Don't you believe in our abilities?" Monique immediately challenged my

expression, her tone slightly indignant.

"I don’t mean that, I'm just... just shocked!" I quickly clarified.

At that, they all laughed again. Finally, my dad said, "They took this very seriously. Sometimes, for the

sake of accuracy, they'd start over multiple times! They never slacked off. Even the professionals from

the Architect's Guild were impressed, saying it was incredibly valuable."

I pointed to an illustration in the booklet. "Then, who taught them this standard architectural drafting?

Dad, was it you?"

He nodded. "It's not difficult. I just showed them a template, explained a bit, and after a couple of days,

they've got it!" He spoke with such ease and delight.

"I've always told you not to underestimate the kids' ability to learn. Often, you just need to invest some

time, be with them, provide a bit of guidance, and that's all!" My dad said, eager to prove his point.

"Mom, we measured it all by hand, so we remember every nook and cranny. This way, we'll manage it

like the back of our hand!" Monique's little face was all seriousness, her demeanor impressively

authoritative.

I felt a surge of pride. To hear such ambition from Monique was remarkable. But I knew deep down it

was my dad's guidance that made the difference. Without him truly putting his heart into it, such results

would have been impossible.

Watching Monique speak with such confidence, talking about future management, she already

assumed the role of a proprietor.

I feigned skepticism, "But this is a huge project, not something you can finish in a day or two. It's

tedious..."

"Not at all!" Monique cut me off before I could finish, shaking her little head with conviction. "It's not as

tedious as you make it sound. I actually think it's fun."

"Why do you say that?" I asked, focusing on her.

She began to explain, "Each of these houses has its own style and character, not like those city

buildings where every apartment is the same, every layout is identical, and even the decorations often

match. It's so uniform, and it feels like you've walked into the wrong home because they all look like

your own."

Her words were well thought out, and I was speechless. It was clear she had absorbed her

grandfather's teachings.

I could hear her personal take on it.

My dad laughed heartily, immediately praising her, "Well said. Well done—that's the attitude of

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Monique lit up as if energized. "So, how could I find such work tedious?"

She was countering my point.