Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 711:

“It’s nothing,” Brian said flatly, gazing out the window, lost in thought. “Besides, it wasn’t for you, so there’s no reason to feel grateful.”

The debt he carried wasn’t hers. Helping her was nothing more than a way to fool himself—an empty attempt to lessen his guilt.

Not long after Reba left, Brian dozed off on the sofa.

About an hour later, Ronald arrived and called out, “Mr. White!” His voice stirred Brian awake, and he slowly opened his eyes.

“Is everything settled?” Brian asked.

Ronald nodded.

As per Brian’s instructions, he had personally accompanied several senior board members home after the annual meeting as a gesture of respect.

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“Will you be joining?”

“Yeah, I’ll go.”