99 Houses for His Love One for My Freedom novel Chapter 51

Chapter 11

A few days passed.

When my mom and I were shopping for clothes, we ran into an acquaintance of her who immediately started

gossiping with my mom.

I heard that after Vincent recovered from his illness, he locked himself in his room and started drinking

heavily.

No matter who called, the door remained closed.

Until someone sent him a recording, Yaritza’s foot was not that serious.

Yaritza bought fabricated medical records from the hospital.

Vincent found Yaritza and they had a big argument. He also froze all the assets he had given to Yaritza and

blacklisted her in the industry.

Yaritza had not even graduated from studying abroad.

Without a good diploma, one was marginalized, and now even basic sustenance has become a problem.

Vincent’s grandfather, dissatisfied with his temperament and inability to judge people, found him embarrassing. He sent him to a subsidiary in a remote city to gain experience, effectively putting an end to

his ambitions for power in the future.

We met before he left, at a banquet.

I attended with Hezekiah.

The air was filled with a mixture of scents and Hezekiah couldn’t get away from the socializing.

I came out by myself to get some fresh air.

It didn’t take long before I saw Vincent standing beside me, and it was evident that he had become

noticeably thinner and haggard.

“Reina, I am leaving in the next two days, and I came today just to see you one more time.”

“Well, everything went smoothly.”

Vincent’s eyes turned red. His voice hoarse. “These past few days, I have thought a lot. I was terribly wrong

all this time, causing you so much distress.”

“I’m sorry, Reina, I’m sorry.”

I nodded, “Hmm, have you finished speaking?”

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Vincent pursed his lips and choked out, “Uh.”

There was a long silence.

In college, we always had endless conversations when we were together.

After graduation, the rare moments of solitude we had were only filled with my endless words.

Now, I didn’t speak and he didn’t know what to say either.

In the end, we reached a point where we looked at each other without saying a word.

I turned around and left.

Walk your own path.

Walk to the end where it was bright.

I saw Hezekiah, wearing a custom-made silver-gray suit, lazily leaning against the stairs.

He looked up when he heard footsteps approaching.

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