Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 808:

“Lizzie, right? Allan talks about you all the time.”

“You must be Rachel? My brother won’t stop mentioning you.”

They both laughed.

When Alban walked up, Lizzie couldn’t help but complain. “My brother’s illness was a huge deal, and you didn’t say a word—kept it locked up like some top-secret mission. If this happens again, don’t blame me for being harsh.”

“Lizzie, that was my choice. Don’t hold it against Alban.”

Lizzie folded her arms, standing in mock defiance. “Allan, don’t think you’re off the hook just because you’re sick. You’re just as guilty. What if something had happened to you, and I wasn’t there in time? I…” Her voice wavered, and before she could finish, tears slipped down her cheeks.

Allan pulled a tissue from the box and handed it to her. “Come on, don’t cry. I’m tougher than you think. This isn’t enough to take me down.”

“Either way, you’re not keeping something like this from me ever again.”

“Alright.”

As their conversation wound down, they turned to Rachel and noticed the redness in her eyes. “Rachel, what’s wrong?”

“I have a younger brother. Watching you two like this makes me think of him. He’s alone in a foreign country, and I don’t even know when we’ll see each other again.”

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Allan didn’t say a word.

Because he knew better than anyone that Rachel’s wish might never come true.

Jeffrey was gone forever.noveldrama

But some truths had yet to come to light.

With Lizzie around to keep Allan company, Rachel could finally take a break from splitting her time between the hospital and work. She made sure to rest properly.

Her projects were going smoothly.

A client was so pleased with her latest design that they arranged a special thank-you banquet in her honor.

At seven in the evening, Rachel arrived at the venue with Samira.

The hall was adorned with an array of vibrant flowers, their fragrance drifting through the air, so rich and lingering that even the fabric of their dresses seemed to hold onto it.

Noticing their arrival, the client, Taylor Cooper, hurried over from across the room, beaming.

“Ms. Marsh, I’m so glad you could make it.”

“Ms. Cooper, you’re too kind.”

“I’m just happy you liked it. You have no idea how many companies I went through before I found you. So many of them just couldn’t bring my vision to life. I’m not saying they lacked talent, but only your designs made me feel like they were created with heart. And it’s not just me—my husband and daughter love it too. They’re both here tonight.”

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