Nancy nodded, "If it weren't for the fact that this book might be very important to me and my Master as well, seeing his demeanor, I would have been tempted to give it to him."

Indeed, the book was equally important to Nancy.

It had always been in her family, and she had known about it since she was a child. Now, with Andrew having lost his memory, he was unaware of the book's origin, but it was likely related to her lineage or had some other significance. Otherwise, Andrew wouldn't have kept such a book that seemed unrelated to him.

Now, they could only wait for Andrew to recall the past twenty-plus years to find out the answer.

But until then, Nancy wouldn't hand it over to anyone.

Micheal, who had been reading seriously, skimmed through the content after the first dozen pages, so he finished rather quickly.

Closing the book, Micheal gently touched the pages again and looked up at Nancy.

"Nancy, I know it's a bit abrupt, but I'd like to discuss with you the possibility of selling me this book. You can name the price, or if there's anything you want, just tell me. I must take this book back with me."

"Heh..."

Charlie Firth chuckled coldly and pulled Nancy into his embrace, "Young Master Micheal, do you think my wife looks like someone who needs money?"

Micheal was choked up, as if his throat was stuffed with cotton.

Indeed, would Charlie's wife need money?

He had already investigated thoroughly; Charlie's assets weren't just what appeared on the surface.

Nancy was somewhat annoyed, but she maintained her composure, her attitude still quite polite, "Young Master Micheal, I've made it very clear before showing you the book: you can only borrow it to look at. I won't give it to you, so please stop probing."

"Ah..."

Micheal knew it was futile and sighed deeply. This book was exactly the same as the one in his family!

Both were hand-drawn, only the handwriting was different.

If his grandfather knew that Nancy had such a book, he might well send people to overturn the whole of Liverton, kill Nancy, and snatch the book back, right?

"Alright, but Nancy, I still want to ask you to promise me not to show this book to anyone else and to take good care of it, okay?"

Nancy breathed a sigh of relief; she was genuinely afraid Micheal would resort to force!

Given Charlie's temperament, if Micheal had really attempted to take the book by force, he definitely wouldn't let Micheal step out of the villa!

"I can agree to that. Now, can you return the book to me?"

"Sure."

Micheal stood up, holding the book with both hands, and carefully handed it back to Nancy.

Suddenly thinking of something else, he added, "By the way, these knitting techniques are the secret of the Thompson family. Nancy, since you've learned them, I won't say much, but please, don't teach them to anyone else, okay?"

"Why do you have so many requests?"

Linda couldn't stand it anymore and snapped impatiently, "Nagging like a woman! The book is Nan's property; it was generous enough to let you see it. Don't push your luck!"

Micheal looked at Linda speechlessly. If he hadn't been mediating this whole time, Linda would be dead by now. How could she still be alive to scold him?