Chapter 6

Wrenley fumed, "Fine! If you don't trust me, then let's break up! You'd better not regret this in the future!"

Just then, Terry rushed in, looking frantic. "Ms. Quale, something terrible happened! Mr. Chapman accidentally injured his hand while setting off fireworks. You need to hurry..."

Before Terry could finish, Wrenley had already disappeared through the doorway.

How could she still have the nerve to claim she had no selfish motives?

I placed my resignation letter inside the locker. Then, I picked up the badly cracked urn from the floor and walked out.

The moment I reached the courtyard, I noticed several ambulances parked at the entrance. I froze in surprise.

One of the bodyguards watching the scene sighed and said, "Ms. Quale really spoils Mr. Chapman. It was just a minor scrape, but she still pulled strings to get all these medical personnel here."

"I've been working here for years, and this is the first time I've ever seen anything like this."

"Tell me about it. Wouldn't surprise me if he ends up being the boss' husband someday..."

Just as I reached the entrance, someone suddenly crashed into me from behind. The urn in my arms flew out of my hands.

Wrenley rushed past me in a panic and accidentally stepped right on the urn. In her hurry, she crushed it beneath her foot. She frowned as she looked at the urn that was now shattered into pieces. The ashes were scattered across her shoe.

A flicker of surprise crossed her eyes.

Before she could voice her confusion, Martin let out an exaggerated cry of pain beside her.

Baring his teeth like he was hurting, he exclaimed, "Wrenley, this is just another one of his pathetic tricks to get attention. That urn is obviously fake. Don't fall for it. If it were truly meant for his mother, why would he use such a cheap, shoddy container for the ashes?"

After hearing that, Wrenley's words of concern turned into a reprimand. "Get rid of this eyesore on the ground right now! Don't let it dirty my floors! Instead of wasting your time messing around with this junk, you should be spending more time at the hospital with Jasmine!"

With that, she hurriedly helped Martin into the car. The entire group drove away in a grand procession.

As I looked at Mom's scattered ashes on the ground, my nose began to sting. I was just about to gather them when enormous raindrops suddenly pelted onto my face. Within seconds, a heavy rain came pouring down.

The ashes were instantly soaked, and much of them began washing away with the rainwater. I dropped to my knees and desperately tried to gather the scattered ashes with both hands.

To my dismay, the rain only grew heavier. I struggled frantically to salvage what I could, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't gather them faster than the rain washed them away.

In the end, I managed to recover only a small portion.

After picking up the shattered pieces of the urn, I left the Quale residence with a broken heart. With that, I boarded the bus back to my hometown.

...

Meanwhile, Wrenley watched the rain growing heavier outside the window as she spent the entire night at the hospital keeping Martin company. Only after the attending physician assured her that his injuries weren't serious did she finally breathe a sigh of relief.

She then took Martin out to celebrate by booking an entire restaurant for the occasion. It was only after that that she reluctantly returned home.

The moment she stepped inside, a maid who was cleaning the house handed her the resignation letter I'd left behind. She read it in confusion, and her expression immediately darkened.

She hadn't expected me to actually go through with it. At that moment, a sudden heaviness settled in her chest.

Martin leaned over and spotted the resignation letter. He looked delighted when he saw it, but he quickly adjusted his features and put on an apologetic expression.

He lamented, "It's all my fault. If I hadn't been so competitive and taken his position as team leader, he wouldn't have resigned. If I'd known things would turn out this way, I never should have..."

Before Martin could finish, Wrenley interrupted him and comforted him. "This has nothing to do with you. You're exceptional. Bowen is just selfish and petty. He's unable to accept that someone else might be better than him. Don't say such things ever again, okay?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Terry hurried in, flustered and out of breath. "Something terrible has happened, Ms. Quale! We just received word that Mr. Yaeger's mother has passed away! Also, Mr. Yaeger has already left. He took a bus out of town!"