Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 632:

Brian gently pressed his fingers to Rachel’s lips, silencing her before she could continue. “Don’t say things like that,” he murmured, his voice soft but firm. “I know how much Myrna’s passing has shaken you. Let me take you home to rest. When you wake up…”

Rachel brushed his hand aside, her tone steady yet tinged with melancholy. “I know what I’m saying. Everyone has their time to go, don’t they? But Myrna… she left so alone. It’s unbearable to think about. When my time comes, I don’t want to be stuck in some sterile room, surrounded by machines. If I had a choice, I’d want to be near the ocean, with music playing, watching the sun dip below the horizon. Just slipping away quietly, without any fuss.”

Brian’s grip on her hand tightened, his voice unwavering. “By then, we’ll be old and our hair will turn gray. I’ll be there with you.”

Rachel didn’t respond further. She simply leaned against him, her eyelids heavy as sleep claimed her. Within moments, she was asleep, her breathing slow and uneven.

Rachel couldn’t bring herself to attend Myrna’s funeral. The thought of hearing the raw grief in people’s voices, of seeing Huey and Elsa broken by loss, was too much. Call it fear or cowardice, but she wasn’t ready to face the harsh reality of death, not yet.

After recovering, Rachel took the time to consolidate her finances, transferring all her bank funds into a single account. With that task completed, she headed to Brian’s office.

When Brian saw her, his brow furrowed with concern. She still looked pale, her frailty evident.

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“You shouldn’t be out like this,” he said, his voice soft but insistent. “You need more time to recover. Why didn’t you stay home and rest?”

“I came because there’s something important we need to discuss,” Rachel replied, her tone calm but resolute. She hesitated for a moment, gathering her thoughts before continuing. “I need two million. Can you give me the money and not ask why?”

The amount was a manageable figure for Brian, but for Rachel, it was crucial—a lifeline she couldn’t afford to overlook.

“Two million is fine,” Brian agreed without hesitation. “Is there anything else you need? A house? A car?”

“I don’t need a car, but I’d like an apartment,” Rachel replied. “Somewhere close to essential services, healthcare, public transport—a place that’s convenient to live in.”

Rachel didn’t need a sprawling house. Given Jeffrey’s condition, it wouldn’t make sense. An apartment would perfectly suit their future needs.

“Thank you,” Rachel said softly, her voice tinged with appreciation. She didn’t linger. She rose from her seat, her movements deliberate, and stepped out of the office.noveldrama

Ronald promptly transferred the funds into her account and then escorted her to the apartment, effortlessly managing the required steps of the transfer.

As they sat down to finalize the paperwork, Rachel reached into her bag and handed over Jeffrey’s identification. Ronald took it, his eyes scanning the document before a flicker of confusion crossed his face. He looked up at her, his tone polite but tinged with uncertainty. “I believe there’s been a mix-up. We require your identification, not your brother’s.”

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