Chapter 319:

“How long have you been working with me now, Eugene?” he asked.

“Since you took over the company at twenty-two. That makes six years,” Eugene responded immediately. Six years.

And Millie… she’d been by his side for seven.

Seven long years. Thousands of days. Countless nights.

Brandon rested his head slightly against the window, his expression unreadable.

“Let’s head to that beef stew place you mentioned before,” he said.

“Yes, sir.” Eugene turned the key and drove off.

Elsewhere, Millie’s car pulled into the neighborhood.

Through the rearview mirror, she watched Ari, deep in concentration, carefully piecing together a puzzle. A small smile touched her lips. That quiet, content moment was all she needed.

Although Ari still called her “Millie” now, she believed that, someday, the girl would feel ready to say “Mom.” After all, she had only called her “Miss Bennett” at first.

The thought warmed her, but it also reminded her—she needed to make things clear to Brandon again. He had no right to involve himself with Ari.

That child was hers and hers alone—he had no place in her life.

After bringing Ari home, Millie prepared a warm, hearty dinner. The kitchen filled with laughter as they cooked together.

Across town, Brandon had visited nearly every top-rated restaurant in Crobert, sampling their beef stew one by one. Yet, none of them tasted the way he remembered.

He stared at the bowl in front of him.

Was something wrong with his taste buds?

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Food shouldn’t vary that much.

Even made by different hands, the ingredients were similar, and the flavor should be close.

Eventually, Brandon lowered his spoon.

Something wasn’t right with him these days. Maybe it was time to see a therapist.

The days crept by.

The 28th day since they filed for divorce passed quietly.

Then the 29th came and went—ordinary, filled with errands and tasks. That night, Millie returned home from the practice room, drained from a long rehearsal session.

She took a shower, changed into her pajamas, and glanced at the clock. It was just after midnight.

The 30th day had begun. In less than twenty-four hours, her marriage to Brandon would be officially over.

Millie tried not to let her worries take over, silently wishing for an uneventful day ahead.

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