Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 778:

“I’ve worked under Ms. Myers for years, always afraid I’d mess up and get fired.” A woman sighed. “But I never thought she’d be the one to leave.”

“Right? I figured even if the whole company collapsed, the last two standing would be Mr. Vance and Ms. Myers. And now… she is actually leaving.”

“Why is this happening? She may have been strict, but she was always fair. She treated everyone the same. I respect a leader like that. And more than that, she fought for us—got us benefits we never would’ve had without her. I hate to see her go.”

“You’re not the only one. Everyone feels the same way.”

No wonder the whole department felt so lifeless today. Rachel finally understood why.noveldrama

She turned and made her way to Brenda’s office.

“Come in,” Brenda called the moment she heard the knock.

When she saw the look on Rachel’s face, Brenda didn’t waver. Instead, she asked evenly, “So, you found out?”

“Why so sudden?” Rachel demanded.

“It’s not sudden at all.”

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For a long time, her father had been pressing her to leave. She had resisted, clinging to even the smallest shred of hope. But now, with his worsening illness, she could no longer turn away.

And Allan… he had rejected her feelings.

It was time for her to leave.

Rachel’s chest tightened. “Is it because of me?”

Brenda shook her head firmly. “Do you really think someone like you could ever push me out? I’m resigning today because I no longer have a choice. You’re sharp, not just in design, but also…”

Brenda hesitated for a moment before continuing. “All these years, hardly anyone has ever seen through my feelings for Allan. Yet, you haven’t been here long, and you figured it out so easily. He treats you differently. Do you really think I’m leaving just because you won his heart?”

Rachel stayed quiet, listening intently.

“You’ve probably heard by now—I come from a wealthy family. But that’s only part of it. I’m an only child, and my father’s company has nothing to do with design, a field I never had any interest in. That’s why I stayed away. But now that he’s seriously ill, I can’t keep running from my responsibilities. I knew a long time ago that Allan would never accept my feelings, but I didn’t want to leave with regrets. And whether you were here or not, his answer wouldn’t have changed.”

Her explanation was so honest, so clear, that Rachel understood completely.

“Are you leaving?”

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