Seeing his face, on the verge of tears, Mio felt a twinge of helplessness. "Don't act like

a woman," she said softly. "All good things must come to an end. It's time for us to part ways."

"Mr. Walsh..."

"After we settle everything, I need you to do one last thing for me," Mio said, her tone calm.

"What is it?"

"Sell this house for me, along with the cars. Leave just one for my daily use."

"Mr. Walsh, what exactly are you planning to do?"

"Me? I just don't want to carry all of this anymore." Mio's voice trailed off as a new thought crystallized in her mind. She no longer wanted this life.

Her private collection of cars was extensive. The house, from its selection to its extravagant renovation, had cost her a fortune. Having grown up in poverty, Mio had once vowed to rise above it all. After achieving wealth, she spared no expense, filling her home with custom-made luxuries, down to the smallest lamp.

And now, she was ready to sell this opulent villa? This house, which she had painstakingly designed and furnished to embody her ideals?

"Mr. Walsh, will this make you happy?" her secretary asked hesitantly.

"I think I'll be happier than I've ever been," Mio replied with a faint smile, her face devoid of pretense or coldness for once.

"Alright..." The secretary suddenly understood. Perhaps this was the life Mio truly needed.

After seeing the secretary off, Mio sat alone by the window, watching the sun set and rise. She spent the entire night there, finally coming to terms with what she wanted to do.

the secretary arrived early with stacks of documents and contracts for Mio to

set the price quite low, so I'm sure it will sell quickly. But after selling this house, where will you

stay? I've already found an apartment. Just over a hundred square meters-plenty of

Mio had bought this villa, her requirements had been exacting. The property spanned over seven hundred square meters, not including the garden

a much smaller apartment. The

house feels lonely. Something smaller will be better."

cleaning lady, who came by twice a week. Mio disliked having people at her

if you've already decided, I'll help you handle

to follow my instructions.

need anything,

deeply. "Thank you for all your guidance and care

"Go on."

an

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the documents that need your signature today." The

Rebecca often found herself lost in thought. Her office was filled with white roses-some freshly delivered, others already wilted. Every day, a new bouquet of white roses arrived, each uniquely wrapped. The delivery person never revealed who sent them, but rain or shine, even on weekends,

What she didn't understand was why

first, she had thought it was Mio's way of pursuing her again. But oddly, there were never any cards hidden in the bouquets. When she tried calling him, she discovered his number had been disconnected. She later heard that Mio had resigned from the family business, willingly relinquishing all his

she had overheard in his villa. For the first time in

What are you thinking about?" The secretary's voice broke through her

Just give me the documents." Rebecca took the

toward her was nothing more than an

his life, but she had cruelly

about Mio's childhood. The reality was

her nights had been plagued by dreams of a little boy being bullied. She, who had grown up in privilege and never suffered a

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