Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 633:

Rachel’s voice was steady, her tone leaving no room for doubt. “There’s no mistake. I want the apartment registered in my brother’s name.”

Ronald hesitated, his uncertainty evident. “But… is Mr. White aware of this?” The assumption had always been that the property was meant for her, not someone else.

Rachel offered no elaboration, her demeanor calm but firm. “If you need confirmation, feel free to call him.”

“Understood. Just a moment, please,” Ronald replied before quickly making the call.

Brian confirmed shortly after, his voice coming through clearly. “If it’s hers to give, then it’s hers. She’s the rightful owner of the apartment and can transfer it to whoever she chooses.”

Ronald looked up, his expression now more assured. “Everything is

deed bearing Jeffrey’s name, a quiet wave of relief washed over her. The transfer was complete, and with it,

they strolled along the broad sidewalk, the sun cast their shadows onto the pavement—one tall, one short, moving in sync yet distinctly apart. The way their figures stretched and shrank with each step made

with a game. They both raised a foot at the same moment, trying to step on each other’s shadow first. To avoid getting caught, they dashed and jumped

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was as if they had traveled back to their childhood. Back then, they were only a few years old. Wherever Rachel went, Jeffrey followed, never once letting her out of his sight. In those days, they were inseparable, doing everything side by side. To them, the

moved forward, pulling them in different directions, threatening to put distance between them. Letting go of Jeffrey was harder than Rachel ever imagined. A lump formed in her throat, and an ache spread through her chest. Her eyes stung with unshed

Jeffrey asked,

used to follow me everywhere, and I’d always lead the way. Wouldn’t it be

head thoughtfully, then his gaze landed on a patch of grass nearby. Without hesitation, he wandered over.