I knew the truth in my heart: a family like the Gilberts would eventually need an heir.
And I just couldn't give them that.
Now that seven years had passed, I had no reason to keep occupying the position of Mrs. Gilbert and delay the family line.
I pulled out my phone and found Richard's contact:
"Chairman Gilbert, thank you for saving my life seven years ago. I've already repaid the one million in full. I want to leave the Gilbert family. I hope you'll grant it."
Shortly after sending, Richard replied.
Just one line:
"You've thought it through?"
My fingertips paused, but I still typed:
"I've thought it through."
His response came quickly:
"Since you've decided, I respect your choice."
When I put my phone away, I met Ethan's puzzled gaze. He frowned. "Who were you texting?"
I shook my head slightly and didn't explain.
After all these years, no matter what I said, he never cared.
Seeing I wouldn't answer, he didn't push—just added flatly, "My dad's 60th birthday is in two days. Be there on time."
I didn't respond, but I'd already made my decision.
Richard had always treated me well. Even if I'd decided to leave, attending his birthday was something I owed him.