Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 55 Chapter 55: Doris rested her chin on one hand, gazing over with a subtle smile. "Family? Humph. How do you plan to correct me? I wasn't fabricating anything. These are all things the media reported, basically open secrets. I was simply repeating them exactly as they were said." "Is that the case?" Rachel's voice sharpened, her question pointed.

Yvonne was her friend, and Doris had embarrassed her publicly today. Rachel felt obligated to defend her. "Firstly, Yvonne is my friend, and you ought to show her srespect. Secondly, publicly airing someone's private issues to humiliate them-do you consider that polite? How could you be so mean? Doris, I'm offering you the opportunity to apologize to my friend today. If not, I will not let this matter drop." Doris stood frozen, her complexion turning ashen.

Nevertheless, she maintained her poise, showing no sign of willingness to apologize.

"I'm giving you one minute to reconsider." Doris merely bowed her head, choosing silence.

As the final seconds ticked down, Rachel could no longer contain herself. She commanded with authority, “Ten, nine, eight... three, two, one. Apologize!" Her voice carried a commanding tone that left no room for opposition. Her expression was just as firm, projecting intense pressure that weighed heavily on Doris. Overwhelmed, Doris broke down in tears.

Amidst her crying, she blurted out resentfully, "Why are you being so harsh? Alright, I'll apologize!" She then turned towards Yvonne and bowed deeply. "I'm sorry. I didn't intend any harm." Yvonne looked at her indifferently and said, "Be thankful you're under the White family's protection. Otherwise, today's episode would not have concluded so mildly. And another thing, stop your manipulations. Brian and Rachel are about to be husband and wife." mr☐☐pda☐es ☐☐☐☐☐Those words struck a nerve.

Doris's eyes welled up with anger as she glared at Yvonne, too upset to utter a word.

Despite her apology, she still felt unjustly treated.

Dabbing at her eyes, she turned her attention to the jewelry she had been examining and began trying on each piece one by one.

Then she said, “I'll purchase all of these. Please wrap them up for me." She gave a pointed look toward Rachel. “Rachel, I truly regret what happened earlier. It was entirely my fault, and I acknowledge my mistake. To make it up to you, why don't you select anything you like here, and I'll cover the cost as a gesture of reconciliation." Rachel was taken aback for a moment.

She had known Doris for years, and during all that time, Doris had never given her a gift, especially not something as expensive as this.

What prompted this sudden generosity? Yet, with such an offer presented, Rachel found no reason to decline. She had already been considering a necklace that would complement her new dress. With the expense covered by someone else, she saw no harm in accepting.

"Thank you. That's really considerate of you." "Just choose whatever you desire!" "Alright." Shortly after, Rachel picked out a pearl necklace that was a perfect match for her dress.

"Rachel, have you decided?" "Yes." At that moment, Doris made a call to Brian right in front of Rachel.

"Brian, I've selected my items. Are you on your way?" "I'm close." Rachel could clearly overhear their exchange.

So, this was the reason for Doris's newfound generosity. She had been anticipating this moment.

Once the call ended, Doris turned to Rachel with a charming smile.

"I'm quite fond of shopping. You know, men generally don't care for it. Besides, with him managing such a large company, his schedule is packed. He can't always be there to pamper you. He had just assuredthat he would personally pay for whatever I chose since I'm his favorite." Rachel merely nodded, remaining silent.

At that moment, her phone vibrated with a message from Brian. "The makeup team has arrived. When are you returning home?" "Later," she replied.

"Okay. I'll cto pick you up at seven tonight." Rachel pretended to be confused. “Aren't you busy shopping with your sister? How do you find the tto pickup?" "I asked Ronald to go in my place." "I see." After responding, Rachel turned to Yvonne. "Let's head out." However, Doris quickly interjected, "Rachel, what's the hurry? Brian will be here any moment now. He could give his opinion on the necklace you've chosen." "Are you certain it will be him who comes?" "Absolutely!" Doris said confidently.

Yet, just as she finished speaking, the door swung open, and Ronald entered. Upon seeing him, Yvonne arched an eyebrow, clearly entertained by the situation unfolding. Doris, however, was in denial.

Seizing Ronald by the arm, she looked past him, scanning the entrance expectantly. "Where's Brian? Did he get held up? Is he coming soon?" Ronald shifted uncomfortably as he explained, “I apologize, but Mr. White was detained by urgent matters, so he sentin his place. He instructedto handle any purchases you wish to make..."

Doris cut him off before he could continue. Her expression turned stern as she cast a cold look at the store assistant Put everything back. I've changed my mind about the purchases." With that, she walked away. "But..." Ronald hurried after her, leaving the shop assistant to address Rachel.

"Ms. Marsh, what should we do with your necklace?" "Please wrap it up for me." "Sure."

Rachel continued her conversation with Yvonne for a short while before heading home. Upon her arrival, the makeup team/was already in place, prepared to start. The outfit and makeup application were flawless, proceeding without a hitch from beginning to end. After completing their work, the makeup artist glanced at the clock. "It's six fifty. We're ten minutes ahead of Mr. White's planned schedule." This prompted Rachel to think about Brian. "Where is he?" "He's waiting in the car." "Okay." As she looked at her reflection in the mirror, Rachel allowed herself a slight, contented smile. She then lifted her dress slightly and made her way quickly to the car.

As the car door opened, a delicate hand reached out toward her. The perfection of that hand struck her It brought back memories of their first encounter when he had extended the shand to pull her from the pool. Lost in thought for a moment, Rachel was snapped back to the present by his voice. "What's on your mind? Con, get in."