Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 777:

“Good.”

Brenda reached out, her fingers tracing the edges of the old manuscripts. Some pages had yellowed; others bore the creases of time. Yet, each one had been carefully preserved.

She ran her fingertips over them again and again, as if trying to etch their texture into memory.

Then, without warning, her vision blurred. Tears welled up, threatening to spill onto the papers. At the last second, she turned away and wiped them with the back of her hand.

These weren’t just sketches.

They were pieces of her—her work, her dedication, her past.

continents, she had stood by Allan, driven

passion for design had always been real. She loved the feel of the brush in her hand, the way the

But now…

once cherished, the career she had

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triumphs, and failures, all leading to this moment. A farewell she never thought she’d

to Rachel!” Brenda commanded, brushing away the last traces of her tears. Her voice was steady, her decision

hesitated, her grip tightening around the edges of the documents. “Ms. Myers, these are your life’s work. I can store them safely—you could take them with you

“No. Some things are meant to reach their full potential in the right

unfinished designs. She wanted Rachel to be the

the skill, the vision, and, more importantly, the dedication to this industry. She’s one of the rarest design talents I’ve