Chapter 1460
Her wedding gown, though, could never be restored. Blood stains and deep gouges scarred the fabric; scorch marks and hurried tears from that night’s chaos left it beyond saving. No amount of care could bring it back.
Myron reached out to Maysa, hoping for a miracle, but she gently confirmed what he already feared—the gown was too damaged to be restored.
Still, he couldn’t bear to part with it. After doing what little repairs he could, he carefully arranged the dress in a glass cabinet at home, preserving what remained of their happiest day.
Once the jewelry had finished in the cleaner, he dried each piece, nestled them into their velvet box, and placed the collection beside the gown, sealing away the memories they carried.
Returning to Millie’s bedside, he brushed a tender hand along her cheek.
“It’s getting late,” he murmured with a quiet smile. “Rest well, love.”
Only silence answered him.
Leaning in, Myron pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, studied her peaceful face for a moment longer, then moved to his own bed, letting darkness settle over the room as he switched off the light.
The seasons changed, quietly ushering in another year.
This past year brought change after change.
Yaroslav Technology surged ahead, hitting milestone after milestone and expanding its reach with every passing quarter.
Sheridan’s new venture found its footing, growing stronger with each project. A recent trip to visit Alexia’s parents ended with a rare stamp of approval, and Alexia herself was closing in on a well-deserved promotion, her talent and determination finally paying off.
Even with her father at the helm, Alexia faced the same promotion hurdles as everyone else. There were no shortcuts. The whirlwind of work for both of them meant postponing any engagement plans for now.
Meanwhile, Giffard found himself shuttling between his hometown and Flaville, chasing solutions for a tough medical case. Along the way, he crossed paths with a brilliant foreign researcher, and their connection quickly deepened, promising more than just professional collaboration.
Charles and Trudy were already engaged, just as they had always intended, though Millie’s absence cast a bit of a shadow on the celebration.
Seville, an unabashed anime fan, flourished at Evans Entertainment, surrounded by others who shared his passion.
Oakley never missed a chance to poke fun at Charles, claiming that, without Millie to prop him up, Charles was bound to falter soon.
Charles didn’t let it slide. He quietly handed over proof of Oakley and Vivian’s history with stock manipulation, though Napier stepped in before things could spiral out of control. With tension simmering, the Evans family called everyone together for a meeting.
“Let’s not make a scene.” Napier kept his tone even as he tossed the stack of papers toward Oakley.
He glanced at Oakley, his voice flat. “It’s over, Oakley. I’m dividing these assets for you—this is your cut. That should be more than enough for you to live comfortably. If you want anything beyond this, you’ll have to work for it like everyone else.”
Turning to Charles, Napier asked, “Any thoughts?”