Chapter 363

Twelve years had passed since their last meeting, yet Michael’s presence remained in her heart every single day. Her father had forcibly kept her abroad—if it hadn’t been for his interference, she would have returned to Michael long ago. Fate had been cruelly merciless. Her existence was merely a key her father used to steal the Carter family’s wealth. She never got a chance to openly pursue Michael. In her heart, Michael was still the kind older boy from next door—the one who used to run with her through the gardens of the Carter estate, who held her hand when she stumbled, who comforted her when she cried, and who took the blame when she broke a vase. Back then, Michael was her angel, the one she longed to see every day. But fate had other plans. When she met him again, he was already married, had children, and was more mature and charismatic than ever. “Alright, I promise I’ll rest and won’t overwork myself,” Michael murmured softly into the phone. He spoke a few more words with his