The CEO's Regret: Darling, Don’t Leave Me novel Chapter 107

Chapter 84: It’s No Longer an Impossibility.–1

Clara

The road to my mother’s house always has something that stirs me inside.

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Maybe it’s because every curve, every tree on the road, every small shop that appears on the side of the road reminds me of my father. He drove around here with a calmness that seemed impossible to alter. He always had a story to tell or a comment on how the town had changed over the years.

Today I drive alone. And yet, at times, I feel as if his voice could still appear at any moment.

When I finally get home, the garden is exactly the same as it always was. Bougainvillea climbs up the white wall and the old lemon tree is still laden with fruit.

I park the car in front of the gate and get out with a small bag in my hand, I don’t knock. I never knock.

I just walk in.

“Mom?” I call from the hall.

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee fills the house and a small smile is drawn on my lips.

“I’m in the kitchen, daughter.”

Her voice sounds softer than before. Quieter. But there’s still something fragile about it.

I walk to the kitchen and find her standing by the table, arranging two cups.

When she sees me, her face lights up.

“Clara.”

She hugs me tightly and I wrap my arms around her body.

My mother was always a strong woman. She always has been. But since my father died, their hugs

feel different. Longer… More needy.

“I missed you,” she says quietly.

“Me too, Mom.”

We separate and she invites me to sit down, the kitchen is still the heart of this house. Everything happens here. The important conversations, the memories, the decisions.

I sit across from her as she pours coffee, for a moment we are silent.

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Chapter 84 It’s No Longer an Imposs

A quiet silence, one that does not bother you.

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It makes me happy that my mother does this, there is servitude, but if the cup of coffee is provided by my mother, it tastes more delicious.

“How have you been?” she finally asks.

I take the cup in my hands and let the heat seep into my fingers.

“Well,” I reply. “It has been hard, but… I’m fine.”

She nods slowly.

“It has been difficult for me too,” she confesses. “There are days when I still wait to hear his footsteps in the hallway.”

I look down at the table, the same thing happens to me.

Sometimes I still pick up the phone with the intention of calling him to tell him something about the job.

“But I’ve kept going,” my mother continues with a small smile. “There is no other way.”

I look up.

“Me too,” I say. “The work has helped me a lot.”

She seems to be interested immediately.

“How is the company going?”

And then I feel a little spark of pride.

“Good. Very good, actually.”

I take a sip of coffee before continuing.

“After the inauguration, important projects have arrived. More than I expected.”

My mother’s eyes shine with pride.

“I always knew you would make it.”

“My name continues to grow in the industry,” I add with a small laugh. “Sometimes it still surprises

me.”

“Your father wouldn’t be surprised at all.”

That phrase squeezes my chest, but it also comforts me.

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