Chapter 1320:

The weight of memories overwhelmed Felicia, and tears flowed freely as the image of Rickey loomed in her mind—an ache that refused to fade. Gradually, Elyse’s soothing words calmed her, like a balm on a long-standing wound. For years, Felicia had banned all mention of the violin—Rickey’s passion. It was her way of silencing her grief, locking it away where it couldn’t torment her. But the walls she had built to contain her sorrow now felt like a cruel prison. Her pride had kept her from reaching out first, and her silence had cost her dearly. Rickey was gone, and her stubbornness had become a bitter irony, a cruel jest that fate had played upon her. With Felicia’s emotions settled, Elyse broached the subject of the company shares once more.

Felicia patted Elyse’s head, her smile faint but genuine. “The shares I hold—they were meant for your dad. I already gave your uncle’s portion to him years ago.” Elyse’s brows knitted in confusion. “My dad’s shares?” Felicia nodded, her expression solemn yet resolute. “Indeed. They were meant for him from the start. But when he left, the shares were still with me. Later, when your uncle took over the company, I handed him some shares. Yet, your father’s portion remained with me.” Her gaze wandered to the window, where the soft green of fresh leaves danced in the breeze, painting a fragile picture of renewal. A wry, bitter chuckle escaped her lips. “Why did I hold onto them? Perhaps I clung to a sliver of hope, a foolish dream that one day your dad would return. I imagined him standing here, pleading for a chance to reclaim his place in the family.” But hope, like a mirage in the desert, had only mocked her. The years stretched into decades, and Rickey never returned. The only message that reached her was the devastating news of his untimely death, extinguishing that faint light forever. A bitter smile curved Felicia’s lips. “I came dangerously close to making a colossal mistake, almost handing the shares over to a heartless man. But now that you’re back, it’s only fitting that your dad’s shares go to you.”

Elyse’s expression shifted, her gaze distant as she pondered the words. “But am I deserving of them?” “The shares are modest, hardly enough to buy a seat at the boardroom table. Do you think they’re significant?” Felicia noticed Elyse’s hesitation and quickly added, “Thea and her cronies are far more interested in your uncle’s shares than these paltry ones.” Relief flickered across Elyse’s face, as if a breeze had scattered the clouds. “From the way Thea was acting, I thought these shares must have been worth a fortune.” Felicia let out a soft laugh.

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