Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan) novel 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 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.

"It's different here. Each house is unique, and there are so many fun places. It’s like a maze. You never know what the next house will look like. It's quite the challenge!"

I could hear her personal take on it.

She continued, beaming, "It's tiring, sure, but I love it! Whenever I'm playing, I pay attention to the structure of the places I pass, thinking about how to measure them accurately."

My dad laughed heartily, immediately praising her, "Well said. Well done—that's the attitude of someone who works with heart!"

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

She was countering my point.

"But it takes time, my darling," I said, exchanging a knowing look with my dad as I purposely laid out the challenges before her.