Chapter 8
As soon as they stepped outside, Edward suddenly noticed that the chickens and ducks in the yard were gone.
“Where did all the poultry go? Weren’t you always so fond of them?”
I had been.
Eggs could be sold, and ducks and chickens meant more meat for our meals.
But Edward didn’t like them.
His innate elegance couldn’t tolerate the stench of droppings. He preferred a courtyard like Amelia Reed’s greenery, with a trellis of grapes overhead.
A place to sit beneath in summer, sipping tea in the shade.
A place where grapes could
ld be plucked and turned into wine.
So, whenever they had free time, that was where they chose to be.
“I sold them,” I replied calmly.
I was leaving, after all I had to take care of everything before I went.
No one in the village liked me. I had no intention of staying.
In my last life, I refused to leave because I feared they wouldn’t find me again.
But now I understood they wouldn’t look for me. They wouldn’t care.
Edward gave a strange smile, a little sarcastic. “Alright.”
“I gave you so much money, no need to raise those anymore.”
“A million. That should be enough to buy a house in the county.”
With Theo urging them, they finally got in the car.
Theo didn’t say goodbye.
There really wasn’t anything left to say.
It was likely we’d never meet again.
Edward handed me a phone. “Call us if you want.
He hadn’t left me anything last time.
Now that I was calm and indifferent, he seemed the one clinging.
But I wouldn’t call.
And I wouldn’t keep that money either.
filled with flowers and
From now on, the road ahead would be long, the parting final. We’d go our separate ways and never meet again.
In this life, I no longer wanted to be tied to them in any way.
As the convoy disappeared into the winding mountain road, I gathered my things and took one last look
at
my home.
Grace Miller.
You’re going to start over.
