Chapter 475: A Day for Her Parents

Sabrina Ford watched the man's retreating figure.

Sunlight glinted off the sports car's polished surface, casting blinding reflections. Only then did she notice the icy gleam of his Swiss luxury watch under the sunlight, the bespoke designer suit tailored perfectly to his frame.

She looked down at the cake box in her hands, fingers tightening unconsciously.

Meanwhile, Clara Whitmore was accompanying Helen Whitmore through the mall. She'd skipped her specialized course—today was just group presentations anyway, with Maya Torres and Noah Kessler handling it.

Tomorrow was the book signing. Helen had rummaged through her closet but couldn't find a single suitable outfit.

"You look beautiful in anything, sweetheart," Daniel Whitmore said sincerely.

For once, Helen didn't laugh.

"Mom, let's go shopping!" Clara immediately understood. "With so many malls in the city, we'll find something you love."

Helen's eyes lit up. "Yes, let's!"

Daniel scratched his head, bewildered.

* * *

Copley Galleria.

The glass elevator ascended slowly, luxury shops on the first floor shrinking below them. Helen gasped. "This place is enormous!"

They'd meant to go to the clothing sections on the second and third floors but missed their stop, ending up on the fourth.

"Is that...?" Helen was drawn to a poster outside the bookstore, so the family stepped out.

Beneath the "Copley Books & Cafe" sign, the air blended coffee aromas with the scent of books. The entrance held a café, followed by a dining area, with bookshelves andlifestyle merchandise displays in between.

Most striking was the promotional wall—the cover of Seven-Day Tales dominated the prime spot, flanked by bold labels like "Bestseller" and "Hot Release."

Inside the reading area, Seven-Day Tales commanded the central shelf. Nearly every customer held a copy.

Helen blinked, dazed. "Is this really my book?"

"Of course!" Clara bought a copy and handed it to her. "See for yourself."

Helen opened to the title page. Seeing her pen name, she finally smiled. "It really is mine."

"Dad, you need new clothes too," Clara suddenly turned to Daniel.

"Me?" Daniel waved his hands. "I have plenty. You two go ahead."

"At tomorrow's signing, if readers ask who you are—the man behind the queen of suspense—you can't embarrass Mom."

Daniel paused. "Good point."

He couldn't let his wife down.

They took the elevator down to the men's section. Daniel had kept his figure well—several suits fit him perfectly.

"Sweetheart, which one looks best?" Daniel asked Helen.

Clara also looked expectantly at her mother.