“You can hear the guilt in your own voice. What more do you want me to say?”
“Fine, what will it take for you to come home, even just once?”
Grace’s voice trembled. “So many people are watching me right now. I really don’t want to hand the company over to someone else.”
“I understand.”
Aurora fell silent at those words.
She had always assumed Grace was stubbornly refusing to face the truth and step out of her own comfort zone.
If that were the case, then no matter how hard she tried, nothing would change.
Why should she exhaust herself for something hopeless?
If that was the situation, she might as well stay in her own world and stop worrying about everything else.
But now, things felt different.
If Grace could recognize her own mistakes, then maybe there was still room to fix what had been broken.
If that was true, Aurora couldn’t afford to speak so harshly.
After all, they were bound by blood.
If she drew a clean, merciless line between them, the relatives and neighbors they saw so often would talk behind their backs and point fingers.
Aurora might not care about such things, but people lived in society for a reason; reputation still mattered.
She might not care, but what about everyone else?
The thought left her quiet.
Before Grace could say another word, Aurora ended the call.
Grace stared at the darkened screen, closed her eyes, and tears slipped down her face.
She understood that this time, she had truly broken Aurora’s heart.
That was why Aurora responded so decisively, without the slightest hesitation.

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