Reclaiming the CEO's Heart
Chapter 50 Unlocking Your Potential for Success

Chapter 50 Unlocking Your Potential for Success

The atmosphere of sadness struck again, and Isabella angrily cursed, "Why isn't Layla, that home-wrecker, the one who died?"

"It's fate. Maybe it's because my baby missed me too much. Don't be sad. Just think of me as finishing the race first. Take your time," Avery said, trying to break the somber mood.

To lighten the mood, Avery joked, "When I die, you can burn more paper money for me. Consider it an early investment. I'll work hard in the underworld, and when you come, we can divide the riches. As soon as you die, you'll have billions of underworld currency. You'll become the richest woman in the underworld and have ten or eight little ghosts to massage and serve you. Doesn't that make you feel better?" Isabella chuckled through her tears, "Then I'll have to find you a good burial site, a blessed resting place, to bless your future generations... but I forgot, you don't have children. Otherwise, wait a few more years, and when I have a child, I'll adopt them to be your godson."

Avery smiled with narrowed eyes. "Sounds good."

For the evening class reunion, Avery rarely dressed up. With her short hair, she shed the innocence of the past. When she didn't smile, she looked like an elegant and noble white rose.

As Isabella put it, even if Avery didn't say a word and just stood there, she was like a beautiful landscape painting.

On the way to the hotel, Isabella asked, "Avy, what are your plans for the future? Do you want to travel around the world? We have plenty of time and money now."

Resting her head on her hand, Avery looked at the scenery passing by outside the car at high speed and replied calmly, "I want to establish a charity foundation. There are still many patients in this world who, like me, are trapped by terminal illnesses. I also want to help children in mountainous areas who can't afford to go to school."

Isabella couldn't find the words to say. She just felt a sense of sorrow. Avery, with her immense wealth, could save so many people, but she couldn't save herself. She didn't blame others for her misfortune and was still willing to shine a light on the path for strangers.

"Avy, you...," Isabella began.

Avery smiled gently. "Consider it as atoning for my father's sins."

"Avy, most people's true nature can be felt, but I genuinely believe that Mr. Adams is a kind person. Have you ever thought that the evidence might be fake?"

"At first, I didn't believe that my father would do something like this until I saw the evidence. Jacob didn't want to accept this outcome more than I did. He would have overturned any possibility, but in the end, even he acknowledged it. The likelihood of it being fake is small."

"Do you think he orchestrated this whole thing just to have an affair?"

Avery laughed bitterly. "Bella, he is Jacob. Do you think he would go through such great lengths just to get a divorce?"

"You have a point." Isabella sighed, "Although this is an ironclad fact, I just feel that something isn't right."

"I used to think the same way. My father had been recovering well before this. I was even planning to take him out of the hospital soon. How could he have had a heart attack? And when I went to visit Jane, she jumped off the building that same day. I only went to the cemetery once, and someone took a picture of me. If it's all just a coincidence, then it's too much."

Soon, Avery's expression returned to normal. "Later, I realized that I couldn't deny this reality just because I couldn't accept it. On the day my father had the accident, I checked the visitor list, and there was no one else. Maybe his family's bankruptcy was something he couldn't bear. As for Jane, it was just a coincidence, and the cemetery incident was likely done by Layla. Her goal was to force me and Jacob to divorce. Now that she has succeeded, she probably won't cause any more trouble for me."

Isabella furrowed her brows. "But you can never be sure, Avy. You must stay vigilant. People in this world are scarier than ghosts, and sometimes the most unlikely things are deliberately orchestrated. Nothing is absolute."

Avery looked at the distant scenery and murmured, "If someone really planned all this, it would be terrifying. How big of a web would they have to weave?"

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