He was clearly trying to buy clothes for her—because if the clothes were for his sister, they definitely wouldn't be suitable. His sister was pregnant now; there was no way she could wear these. And he even asked for the smallest size, which was her size. Catherine could never accept clothes from him.
Setting aside the fact that he was giving her clothes for no reason, just the brand alone would make Renata suspicious. With their current financial situation, there was no way she could afford anything from this price range.
So she simply stood beside him like that, both hands clutching his arm, her small face tilted up, eyes filled with anxious refusal.
Bert lowered his gaze to look at her. She was such a sensible girl—sensible in front of her mother, sensible in front of everyone. But the more sensible she behaved, the more it made Bert's heart ache.
