Reclaiming the CEO's Heart

Chapter 88 Whispers to a Silent Heart

Chapter 88 Whispers to a Silent Heart

Avery paused in her actions, her tone slightly stern. "Lady, you've crossed the line. I need to talk to my

Dad. Could you please leave for a while?"

"Of course, Miss." The caregiver gently closed the door.

As usual, Avery patiently washed and cleaned Martin and trimmed his hair and nails.

If it weren't for the steady heartbeat on the nearby ECG, she would almost think he had left this world.

The weather was nice today, a change from the previous blizzard. She drew back the curtains, letting

the warm sunlight pour in.

"Dad, I'm spending less time with you lately. If you don't wake up soon, I'm afraid you won't get to see

me anymore. By the way, I've divorced Jacob."

Avery's voice was soft, and the sunlight kissed the corners of her smile as she continued, "Although he

treated me poorly these past two years, he was quite generous during the divorce. He gave me the

house, the car, and the shares. Now, I'm a little wealthy."

"I remember when Mom left, you told me that life requires some regrets. That's how we learn to

cherish. Since then, I've treasured everything around me and cherished every person. But in the end, I

still couldn't keep anyone."

"Dad, there's some good news too. I found out that Mr. Olsen, who bought the Adams family's estate,

plans to auction it off. I'll buy back the Adams Mansion. When Leon cures you, you can spend the rest

of your life there in retirement. Your daughter is unfilial and will leave a step ahead, unable to

accompany you in your old age."

Avery rambled on for the entire afternoon. Even when the sunlight had disappeared from the horizon,

she still hadn't seen any sign of Martin waking up. She sighed self-deprecatingly. "Indeed, miracles only

happen in novels."

On her way home, she came across a news article titled "CEO of the Hill Group Spares No Expense

for Fiancée's Custom-made Extravagant Gown". Below was a picture of the gown, and it was the same

Starlight design.

Even though she had encouraged Jacob to get married and have children, seeing this gown still made All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

her feel a bit uncomfortable.

There were so many gowns in the world, and why did it have to be this one?

Three years ago, after taking a bath, she lazily curled up on the sofa, pointing at the gowns from a

certain luxury fashion show of the new season. "Wow, I love these gowns by designer Amy the most.

Each one is unique, luxurious but not ostentatious, exuding nobility. It's a pity... we didn't have a

wedding ceremony."

Jacob habitually pulled her into his arms. "Can't you wear it even without a wedding? My honey has to

wear something one-of-a-kind."

A month later, she found a gown sketch in the study, and there were countless sketches in the

sketchbook. So, every night, he stayed up late, dedicating his time to drawing for her.

"Do you like this one?" Jacob entered without her noticing. He embraced her from behind, gently

resting his chin on her shoulder. The atmosphere was warm and romantic.

"You drew it, so of course, I like it."

"I've already talked to the designer. From selection to completion, it'll probably take three years. Can

you wait?"

"Don't talk about three years. Even if it's thirty years, I can wait. With so many diamonds, why not call it

'Starry Night'?"

"Alright, it's all up to you."

"From now on, I'll only wear this gown for you to see."

The promise she made with Jacob was vivid in her mind. Whenever she closed her eyes, she could

imagine his smile and the gentle glint in his eyes, like the stars in the sky.

In the end, she never got to wear the gown. Instead, he gave it to his new bride.

Avery composed herself before returning home. Isabella had hurried over with her belongings

yesterday.

After getting home, Isabella hummed a tune and waved a large spoon in the kitchen while cooking.

After saving money to support a scumbag for a few years, she had developed excellent cooking skills.

The bubbling porridge in the clay pot emitted a rich aroma, and a handful of fresh green onions

sprinkled on top, mixed with the scent of chicken and other ingredients, instantly filled the entire room.

It was as if hell had returned to earth, and Avery finally felt a hint of vitality.

The aroma of the food smoothed out her previous discomfort.

Isabella stirred the porridge a few times with the spoon, scooped up a spoonful, blew on it at her lips,

and took a small taste. "Mmm, not bad, not bad. Avy will definitely like it."

"You made it, so of course, I'll like it."

Avery walked into the kitchen. At this point, the only person left by her side was Isabella.

"You're back. How is Mr. Adams doing?"

"He's still the same."

"Don't worry. He'll get better. Today, I donated the money for you. It's quite a sum, and it hurt me to part

with it. Only you're so generous, giving away so much money in one go."

Avery smiled. "You're just a money lover. Money is not more important than your life. If you don't have

your life, then even if you have a lot of money, it's just a pile of waste paper. It's better to use it to

benefit more people."

"You're right. Anyway, it's all money from a scumbag. If I don't spend it, it'll be wasted. Besides, he's

going to leave it all to that vixen anyway. Hmph, don't mention that stinking man. I'll remember the

grudge of being kicked down the mountain for a lifetime. These days, I've been dreaming of kicking that

bastard Jacob."

"You." Isabella amused her with a smile.

"Don't move, don't move." Isabella took out a camera from who knows where. "Stay like that. This smile

is perfect."

Avery used her hand to cover her face. "You know I don't like taking pictures."

"I just want to take more while you're still in good health. So I can have something to remember you by

when you're gone..."

As she spoke, her voice grew quieter and quieter. Avery took the camera from her gently and smiled.

"Then you must add a filter for me. You know, girls love to look beautiful. I want to smile more so that

when you see it in the future, you'll feel better."