"Hera, you can't be so trusting," Liz said, her voice trembling with unshed tears. She choked back the emotion as she spoke, her frustration spilling over.
"When you sketch your designs, you have to be careful—always on guard. Otherwise, you'll never know when someone will steal your ideas." Liz's words came out in a rush, her indignation fueling the reprimand.
She went on to teach Hera how to discreetly mark her designs and the jewelry itself with a personal signature, a safeguard for the future.
Liz, shaken by the incident, truly believed that Hera's trusting nature would leave her vulnerable.
Without someone to protect her, Liz feared that the world would take advantage of Hera's kindness.
'Well, after all, they do say that geniuses have their own quirks and are a bit naive in certain ways,' Liz thought, her mind shifting as she continued to lecture Hera.
