Chapter 1465
Pausing at the doorway, Myron turned for one last look, his heart reluctant to let go.
The wind slipped through the window crack, stirring the curtains as the room fell quiet again.
On this day, Myron managed to tackle a long list of tasks. After leaving Millie’s hospital room, he made his way down to the car parked outside.
Mack lingered nearby, giving Myron space and time to gather himself before finally settling behind the wheel.
Everyone in Crobert was aware—there was no secret about how deeply Myron loved Millie.
All year long, people had tried setting Myron up with other women, insisting it was time for him to move forward. Every attempt ended the same way—Myron’s patience worn thin, his answer sharp and final.
Well-meaning friends and family repeated their worries. “You can’t put your life on hold forever. Millie may never wake up.”
“You’re getting older, and raising Ari by yourself can’t be easy. She needs a mother in her life,” others would gently remark.
But Myron never wavered. He’d always reply, “Ari has plenty of strong women around her—family, friends, her nanny. We’re managing just fine. No need for concern.”
In truth, he simply couldn’t let go of Millie. She was still the center of his world.
As Mack slid into the driver’s seat, he let out a quiet sigh and checked the rearview mirror. Myron was lost in his own world, studying his tablet with the same calm, unreadable focus as ever.
“Where are we headed now, Mr. Elliott?” Mack asked, his voice breaking the silence.
Myron set his tablet aside and spoke quietly. “Home first.”
“Right away, sir,” Mack answered, starting up the car.
For much of the year, Myron had rarely set foot in the Elliott Mansion, choosing to spend nearly all his time at the hospital with Millie.
Today, though, something tugged at him, and he decided to return home.
The household staff kept the mansion in pristine condition, each room preserved as though time itself had paused. Although their cat now lived at the condo near the hospital with Ari and Nicole, the old cat tree stood undisturbed in the sunroom.
Memories crowded in as Myron wandered the familiar halls—laughter with friends, lazy weekends, and the old hamster wheel they’d built for the cat, still tucked in its corner, untouched and waiting.
“Welcome home, sir.” The butler greeted him as soon as he walked in.
Myron gave a nod and climbed the stairs, heading for the bedroom he and Millie once shared—a place filled with echoes of laughter and late-night conversations.
She’d always been a restless sleeper, waking at the slightest noise.
“This time, you’re finally sleeping peacefully,” Myron whispered.
He wandered into their shared study, the space where they had once spent hours working side by side. Behind a favorite painting, a safe lay hidden, filled with papers and keepsakes.
He remembered that evening he showed Millie his will, certain that if misfortune struck, it would find him first. Yet here he was, left behind, while she remained locked in silent dreams.