Yasmine’s cheeks were still flushed as she climbed into the car.
Victoria pretended not to notice.
A few minutes later, Yasmine finally regained her composure.
Instead of heading back to Quantum Core Technologies, Victoria made a detour—she went to visit Emily.
Her aunt, as always, was lying motionless on the bed. The nurses quietly left the room as soon as Victoria arrived, and Yasmine thoughtfully closed the door and stood guard outside.
Victoria sat by Emily’s side. Another week had passed, and there had been no change at all.
When Emily was awake, her eyes would open, but when she slept, her breathing grew so faint that it was easy to mistake her for dead if you weren’t watching closely.
Victoria called every day for updates, terrified that one day, her only family in this world would simply slip away.
“Aunt Emily, please… come back to me,” she whispered, tears spilling down her cheeks. If her aunt stayed like this forever—or worse, if she left—Victoria wasn’t sure she’d have the courage to go on.
After a few minutes of silent vigil, Victoria began telling Emily about her life these past weeks. She poured out her tangled feelings and complicated history with McNeil, all the love and bitterness she’d tried to keep bottled up.
She’d always told herself it didn’t matter anymore, but whenever she saw her aunt, she couldn’t help but spill everything. Emily was the only person she could truly confide in.
Half an hour later, Yasmine tapped on the door and slipped inside, holding out her phone to Victoria.
“Hello, Ms. Turner? Your company registration has been approved.”
Victoria replied quietly, “Thank you. I understand.”
There was a pause on the other end. “Congratulations. Can you confirm—Emily Turner is listed as the company’s legal owner, correct?”
Victoria looked at her aunt, lying so still, and squeezed her hand. “Yes. That’s right.”
She handed the phone back to Yasmine, her eyes shining with tears.
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