Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 633:

Rachel’s voice was steady, her tone leaving no room for doubt. “There’s no mistake. I want the apartment registered in my brother’s name.”

Ronald hesitated, his uncertainty evident. “But… is Mr. White aware of this?” The assumption had always been that the property was meant for her, not someone else.

Rachel offered no elaboration, her demeanor calm but firm. “If you need confirmation, feel free to call him.”

“Understood. Just a moment, please,” Ronald replied before quickly making the call.

Brian confirmed shortly after, his voice coming through clearly. “If it’s hers to give, then it’s hers. She’s the rightful owner of the apartment and can transfer it to whoever she chooses.”

After ending the call, Ronald looked up, his expression now more assured. “Everything is set. We can proceed,” he confirmed, his tone confident.noveldrama

The process went smoothly, and as Rachel held the deed bearing Jeffrey’s name, a quiet wave of relief washed over her. The transfer was complete, and with it, she felt a sense of relief.

After finishing the paperwork, Rachel wasted no time in searching for Jeffrey. As they strolled along the broad sidewalk, the sun cast their shadows onto the pavement—one tall, one short, moving in sync yet distinctly apart. The way their figures stretched and shrank with each step made the moment feel almost magical.

Jeffrey, in a playful mood, came up with a game. They both raised a foot at the same moment, trying to step on each other’s shadow first. To avoid getting caught, they dashed and jumped around. Along the tree-lined path, they ran after each other, their laughter echoing through the air.

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For a moment, it was as if they had traveled back to their childhood. Back then, they were only a few years old. Wherever Rachel went, Jeffrey followed, never once letting her out of his sight. In those days, they were inseparable, doing everything side by side. To them, the world felt big, but as long as they had each other, it was enough.

But time never stopped. It moved forward, pulling them in different directions, threatening to put distance between them. Letting go of Jeffrey was harder than Rachel ever imagined. A lump formed in her throat, and an ache spread through her chest. Her eyes stung with unshed tears.

“Rachel, why are you crying?” Jeffrey asked, his voice filled with concern.

She forced a smile. “I was just thinking about when we were kids. You used to follow me everywhere, and I’d always lead the way. Wouldn’t it be nice if we could go back to those days?”

Jeffrey tilted his head thoughtfully, then his gaze landed on a patch of grass nearby. Without hesitation, he wandered over. Rachel, slightly worried, called after him. “Jeffrey, what are you doing? Be careful.”

“Just give me two minutes,” he said, flashing a bright smile as the sunlight kissed his face. Glowing under the sun, his grin made him look both playful and endearing.

“Alright, but be careful,” she reminded him gently.

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