Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 769

Chapter 769: Not the last person, but the very person.

Arwen didn’t speak the entire journey, nor did Aiden force her. He simply sat beside her as the car made its way to East Serenity Residence.

When they were about to arrive and the car entered the gated community, Neil glanced at his boss through the rearview mirror. "Sir, we are here. Should we —"

"There would be no need, Neil." Arwen cut in, impatiently. "Just pull at the entrance as soon as possible. The guards won’t stop you."

Neil looked back through the mirror. He wasn’t very aware of what had happened, but given how the lady looked restless, he could tell that something wasn’t right. He hadn’t ever seen Arwen looking like that —not when she was around Aiden.

His gaze darted to look at Aiden, who gave him a small, firm nod. Taking the cue, Neil didn’t slow down, not even at the guard post. He drove straight in.

Arwen rolled the window down just enough for the guards to see her face, ensuring that no one stepped forward to stop them.

The moment the car pulled up before the grand entrance of the residence, Arwen didn’t wait for Neil or even Aiden. She pushed the door open and stepped out on her own. Her steps were brisk, but without a car, she strode towards the house with an unshaken resolve.

Margaret had just received the call from the guards and rushed out, attempting to intercept her. "Arwen —" But the moment Arwen swept past her, ignoring her presence completely, Margaret understood —nothing could stop her today from seeing the truth.

"Arwen, —" she tried again, her voice softer than usual, almost pleading. But the young woman didn’t turn.

Another set of footsteps echoed at the doorway, and Margaret turned and saw Aiden enter with his usual unhurried gait, though the sharpness in his eyes betrayed his composure.

"You shouldn’t have told her," Margaret said, lowering her voice as she approached him. "Madam isn’t prepared to see her now."

Aiden didn’t glance her way, but his steps paused. His gaze remained fixed on the figure climbing the stairs ahead of them. "I never meant to hide anything from her," he said at last, his voice calm, unyielding. "If Granna isn’t prepared to see her, that’s on her. She should have prepared herself."

Only then did he turn to Margaret, his gaze cold with conviction.

Margaret pressed her lips together. She didn’t like his bluntness over something so crucial, but she couldn’t bring herself to deny the truth. The truth was that it was better this way. Otherwise, Brenda would never have let them tell her about the situation. And Arwen deserves to know.

In the meantime, Arwen climbed up the stairs and had reached the upper floor. Her steps slowed as she approached the familiar corridor. The walls lined with portraits and vases she had walked past countless times since childhood and while grwoing up.

But today, for some reason, everything felt different.

From her expression, it was hard to tell what she was feeling. While her eyes carried the tinge of fury of betrayal in them, her fingers were clenched tight as though something was keeping her anxious nerves active, not letting her calm down.

Her steps came to a pause when she finally stood before the master bedroom. Her hand froze mid-air. The door loomed before her, yet her body resisted. This wasn’t her first time stepping into her Granna’s room —she had slept there as a child, curled up in her arms, safe and carefree. But now ...

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