Chapter 5 – We're Finished

• "Are you sure it was me who hit you? Could it not have been someone else?"
• Tiffany leaned against Kevin, crying pitifully, "Miss. Miller, how could I not know who hit me? I know you're upset, but you can't take it out on me... I'm just a secretary..."
• I looked at her mockingly, "You do realize you're just a secretary, right?"
• Kevin walked over to me, grabbed my arm, his gaze cold as ice, "Lynn, you don't need to be sarcastic. It was wrong of you to hit someone. Apologize to her right now!"
• I looked at him with my gaze as cold as ashes.
• A face that I once loved so much, now filled me with disgust.
• I pushed his hand away, speaking calmly, "Just because she said I hit her, does that make it true? Then by that logic, if I say I saw you cheating on me, is that true as well?"
• A slap landed hard on my face, the burning sensation spreading instantly.
• The office fell into a deathly silence.
• I slowly raised my hand, fingertips touching the scalded skin.
• Feeling my heartbeat almost nonexistent, like that of a corpse.
• This was the first time Kevin had hit me, and with that slap, he shattered all our relationship.
• Kevin clearly didn't expect himself to lash out, his eyes showing a hint of panic, but still arrogant, "It's all because you talk too much! Lynn, when did you become so sharp-tongued!"
• "Kevin." I lifted my head, my voice soft but clear, "We're done!."
• With that, I turned and walked towards the door, my high heels making no sound on the carpet.
• "Stop right there!"
• Kevin shouted sternly from behind, "Who do you think you are? Without me, you're nothing!"
• My hand rested on the door handle, pausing for a moment, then I left without looking back.
• I also secretly called for a shareholders' meeting behind Kevin's back.
• In front of all the shareholders, I revealed my identity as the company's largest shareholder.
• The shareholders were all shocked, but in the face of irrefutable evidence, they were speechless.
• But I didn't tell them about the bet agreement.
• I wanted to witness Kevin's downfall, to see him lose everything.
• Coming out of the shareholders' meeting, I received a call from my mother, and her tone was a bit strange.
• But when I asked further, she kept saying it was nothing, just wanting to hear my voice.
• I couldn't help but worry, but I didn't dare to go home.
• Years ago, my family arranged a marriage for me, but I insisted on being with Kevin and refused outright.
• In the end, I left home with nothing, and I never went back since then.
• Because I had something on my mind, I was a bit absent-minded while driving.
• As the car turned a corner, it collided head-on with a black Rolls-Royce.
• Fortunately, the driver's driving skills were good, and he made a sharp turn to avoid a direct impact with me.
• But the car door still forcefully hit my bumper.
• Due to the violent jolt, I checked my body and fortunately, I wasn't injured.
• I lifted my head and saw a man getting out of the Rolls-Royce.
• He first looked at his car, then walked briskly to the front of my car, the fabric of his windbreaker slightly swaying with his steps, outlining a broad-shouldered and narrow-waisted silhouette.
• The man knocked on the car window, and I rolled it down to finally see his face.
• It was a face handsome enough to overturn all living beings—high cheekbones that made his narrow eyes appear even more profound.
• Under thick black eyebrows, his gaze was like cold stars reflected in an inkstone: piercing, sharp, and always laced with an arrogant unruliness when he looked at people.
• I couldn’t explain why, but something about him felt familiar.
• “Am I good-looking?” After being stared at for too long, the man narrowed his deep-set eyes, his magnetic voice laced with a teasing tone.
• It was clearly a playful remark, but his voice carried an inexplicable sexiness that made it land differently.
• “Sorry.”
• I quickly looked away, realizing I was in the wrong. I stepped out of the car, took a bank card from my bag, and handed it to him.
• “I’ll pay for the repairs.”
• The man didn’t take it. He raised an eyebrow slightly, his perfect lips curling into a meaningful smile.
• “Do you think I need your money?”
• I glanced at the luxury Rolls-Royce, then back at him.
• “Then what do you want?”
• He suddenly chuckled. His slender fingers gently lifted my chin as he asked, his tone smooth and melodious,
• “Are you married?”
• I froze slightly, staring at him.
• “What does that have to do with me hitting your car?”
• “It’s a big deal.”
• The man reached out and pulled me into his embrace. The scent of cedarwood, mingling with his body warmth, filled the space between us.
• I studied his expression carefully, a skeptical look in my eyes.
• “Do you... know me?”
• He didn’t get the chance to answer. My phone rang.
• I dodged his hand, took a step back, and answered the call. On the other end was the anxious voice of Anna, the nanny:
• “Miss, please come home quickly... Madam’s sick... really sick...”
• My mind went blank.
• Without another word, I left him my business card, turned, and rushed off without even settling the matter of the car.
• —
• When I arrived at the Miller family villa, the marble-carved gate felt colder than ever.
• A pang of guilt pressed down on my chest.
• Anna opened the door and saw me. Her voice trembled with emotion.
• “Miss, you’re back?”
• I nodded and immediately asked about my mother.
• Anna led me to the second floor. When I entered the room, my heart sank—
• My mother lay weakly in bed, looking like she had aged several years. Her eyes were red.
• “Mom...”
• I rushed forward, falling to my knees beside the bed.
• As I touched her pale, frail fingers, the tears I’d been holding back spilled freely.
• At first, my mother looked startled. Then she smiled faintly, using her fingers to wipe my tear-streaked cheeks.
• “Lynn... you’ve lost weight.”
• I wanted to speak, but my throat locked up, thick with emotion. I couldn’t utter a word.
• I had let her down. I had let this entire family down.
• “Do you finally know how to come home?”
• My father’s voice came from the doorway.
• I turned and saw the white hairs at his temples. His eyes were red, his expression heavy with grief and regret.
• “Dad... I’m sorry.”
• He stared at me, brow furrowed, then let out a deep sigh.
• “It’s okay... as long as you’re back.”