Chapter 15
Samuel stared at the screen, confused. The line was now dead.
His gaze flickered with disbelief. “Did… Mom just hung up on me?”
In his memory, Veronica had never once ended a call on him first.
“That can’t be right,” Miriam said, frowning as she leaned in to look. “Mom wouldn’t dare. She probably
just slipped and hit the wrong button. Ms. Turner can’t wait much longer. Hurry up and call her again.”
Still unsure, Samuel redialed. This time, the phone didn’t even ring. It showed the line was busy.
Instantly, his expression darkened.
Veronica did it on purpose. She was being so childish!
A grown woman like her was acting like a sulking teenager.
Eleanor broke out in angry rashes all because she wore Veronica’s pajamas. If Eleanor hadn’t splashed
milk on him that day, he might have had the same allergic reaction.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. While clutching his phone, Samuel ran out of the hospital
room.
“Samuel!” Miriam called after him, stomping her foot. “Ms. Turner hasn’t eaten yet!”
“I’ll figure it out,” he called back.
On the other side of the building, Veronica had just hung up on Samuel’s call when a message from Courtney popped up on her phone.
Without hesitation, Veronica called her back.
“That client is extremely picky. The team submitted more than a hundred designs, and the client rejected every single one,” Courtney said, sounding tired.
She paused, “Veronica, after thinking it through… you’re the only one I believe can do this. Would you be
willing to give it a try?”
Veronica was quiet for a moment. “What’s the design concept?”
Courtney picked up on her hesitation, and she said hopefully, “The client is looking for a vitality–themed sportswear collection, inspired by the idea of spiritual reawakening. I’ll email you the full brief shortly.
“I know it’s been a while since you’ve done graphic design, so just take a look first. If you’re interested, I’ll
go ahead and talk to the client.”
Veronica listened silently until Courtney finished, “Alright. I’ll take it.”
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“You’re in, Veronica?” Courtney sounded surprised and excited.
Veronica said firmly, “I’ve thought it through these past couple of days. I still want to be a designer. I want to live for myself, just once. I’ll take this project. It’ll be my re–entry assessment.”
After all, skills could fade if they weren’t used. Designing for this sportswear brand was more than just a job–it was a turning point.
Veronica sat quietly on a bench just outside the hospital.
The early March wind brushed against her coat, sending a chill through her. Above her, a few fresh buds had quietly appeared on the bare branches.
Her gaze turned clear and determined as she made up her mind.
Courtney wanted to say that even without a formal assessment, no one at Novaro Design dared question Veronica’s qualifications.
But this path was one Veronica had chosen for herself. And now that she had taken the first step, she
wouldn’t back down.
Courtney smiled with relief. “Welcome back, Smile. I’m excited to see what you create.”
A soft smile bloomed on Veronica’s face. At that exact moment, sunlight slipped through the branches above, casting a golden glow across her face and making her look radiant.
On the tenth floor, a man stood silently by the window. A cigarette burned between his fingers.
“Who was on the phone? She looked… so happy,” he murmured.
Her smile was almost blinding, the kind that could make others feel jealous.
“Ms. Pretty!” Wanda hopped out of the car, her sweet voice carrying as she ran toward Veronica.
“We’ll talk later, Courtney.”
Veronica looked up at the sound and quickly ended her call. She waved to the tiny figure sprinting toward her. “Wanda, what are you doing here? Were you transferred to this hospital?”
Wanda bounced straight into her arms.
Veronica smiled and gently brushed a hand over her smooth forehead.
Wanda flashed her teeth and instinctively glanced up toward the tenth floor. “Nope! I came to see my
uncle. He’s sick.”
Veronica pinched her chubby cheek and said gently, “Oh, the uncle who refuses to get married?”
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Wanda nodded earnestly, looking troubled. “Yeah! Ms. Pretty, now that you’re getting divorced, can you go on a blind date with my uncle? He’s really handsome. He’s the most handsome man in all of Jouver!”
Wanda was working hard to promote him.
Veronica crouched slightly and pulled her into a hug. “And how do you know I’m getting divorced?”
“Because your husband doesn’t treat you well. If he’s mean, why stay with him?” Wanda tilted her head thoughtfully, her voice soft but firm.
Veronica couldn’t help but chuckle at her candid logic. “You’ve got a point.” Wanda’s face lit up with hope.
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