A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 117

Matilda’s designs were a hit even before they hit the shelves, with socialites lining up to place custom orders. When Micah transferred his share of the profits into her account, he promptly called her up.

“Ms. Thompson, I really must express my gratitude for your collaboration with our company on this collection. I was wondering if you might be free this evening to join me for dinner?”

Micah was polite as always and even provided the address.

Matilda didn’t refuse. Despite the fact that his son had once wronged her, she couldn’t help but feel a twinge of sympathy for Micah, who consistently apologized for his son’s foolish actions. She noticed the streaks of grey in his hair, and her heart softened a fraction.

So, she agreed to meet him that night.

After hanging up, Matilda started rifling through her wardrobe.

She had always been a woman of refined taste, and her clothing choices were no exception. As the weather had taken a chilly turn, she opted for a cream–colored overcoat. Given its generous cut, she wore just a snug–fitting turtleneck underneath and chose a pair of sleek stilettos. before heading out..

time. Pushing the door open, she found Micah and a group of

of beauty and brains!”

gesture. She poured herself a modest glass of red

the meal, Micah brought up Matilda’s designs, lavishing praise on her work while recommending her to his partners. “Oh, it’s a record–breaker

Thompson, here’s my card. I’d love to collaborate

around the table, and it felt as though new doors were opening up in her life. She designed with care, and Micah paved the way. This time, her trust was

thanked everyone repeatedly, and the group shared laughter and drinks. Once satiated with food and wine, some of the

a private karaoke suite on his phone, and the group left in high spirits.

“What fun is it for Ms. Thompson to hang out with a bunch of middle–aged

would be a shame for Ms.

rascal’s got plans tonight, sigh. Ms. Thompson, I hope

used to go singing with my dad,