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But at that moment I noticed something…
More than usual.
I asked if he was okay, and he replied with a gentle smile,
“Age, my dear… it’s not something you can negotiate with.”
The weeks passed quickly after that.
Violet began visiting the mansion again. At first the visits were short, but they gradually became longer. We would have dinner together with Rick and laugh at his old stories.
They no longer looked at me with the same harshness. Perhaps because they saw that I hadn’t run away after getting what I wanted.
One night, while we were sitting in the garden under the clear sky, Rick suddenly said,
I looked at him.
He said,
“That we spend years searching for the wrong things.”
He smiled and said,
“Fame… money… people’s admiration.”
Then he pointed at me.
We were silent for a moment.
“And you stayed.”
I don’t know why, but my eyes filled with tears.
A few days later…
I woke up in the morning and didn’t see him in the garden.
Nor in the kitchen.
Nor in the office.
I found him in his room… sleeping very peacefully.
But this time… it wasn’t an ordinary sleep.
Rick had passed away quietly that night.
As if his life had ended the same way he lived his last year… in peace.
The funeral was large.
Businessmen came, old friends, and family members I had never met before.
But the person who cried the most was Violet.
She stood beside me the whole time.
When the lawyer read the will a few days later, everyone was waiting for a surprise.
And the surprise did come.
Rick left a large part of his fortune to charity.
Another portion went to his family.
But the mansion… some companies… and a large share of his wealth…
were left to me.
Silence filled the room.
