Three Years Forgotten, Why Go Crazy When I Say Goodbye? novel Chapter 97

"Plus, I'm perfectly capable of handling all her work anyway. Her leaving isn't a loss for us at all."

Julian knew she was right logically, but a gnawing discomfort still clawed at his chest.

Even now, he couldn't quite process the fact that Willow had genuinely quit.

She used to care so deeply about those projects and that job. How could she bear to just walk away?

Besides, where else could she possibly go? With her mediocre skills and average experience, what company would even hire her?

And given how deeply she loved him, how could she willingly abandon her only excuse to be near him?

So, in the end, Julian convinced himself that this was just another one of her dramatic tantrums. She was just using a different tactic to get his attention.

"That may be true, but she didn't have the right to make that decision. Let her throw her little tantrum. Sooner or later, she'll come crawling back to beg me."

"You're absolutely right."

Though Vivienne voiced her agreement, her internal thoughts were entirely different. Back when Willow was still around, Vivienne had constantly plotted to banish her to Seattle so that she, Julian, and Toby could live happily ever after as a family.

But looking at things now, she clearly couldn't fully predict Julian's thoughts. It was far safer to let Willow leave Sinclair Group completely, severing all ties and eliminating the threat once and for all.

The news of Willow resigning from Sinclair Group spread like wildfire. Everyone who heard it had the exact same reaction: pure shock. But they weren't shocked that she was gone—they were shocked that she had initiated it herself instead of being fired.

The coworkers who used to gleefully make her life a living hell even started whispering rumors that she actually had been fired, and Mr. Sinclair had just labeled it a resignation to save her some face.

"Shock, anger, disbelief—literally any emotion would do!" Seth stared at him. "Anything but this. You act like you already knew."

As soon as he said that, the rest of the group instantly turned their attention to Hugo.

Hugo didn't flinch, his face completely devoid of expression. He didn't care about their scrutiny, but he wanted to avoid causing any trouble for Willow. So, he threw them a bone. "This is just how I am."

Lucas stepped in to back him up. "Come on, you know how Hugo is. He never gets involved in this kind of drama."

"Fair enough," Seth conceded. "You've never cared about anything. You barely get involved in our stuff, let alone hers. You probably don't even remember what she looks like. Expecting you to care about this is asking for a miracle."

Hugo didn't bother replying. He pulled out his phone and sent a text to Willow: *How's the first day of unemployment?*