He Delayed My Delivery for His Widow’s Son? Meet the Veyron Heiress! Chapter 12

He Delayed My Delivery for His Widow’s Son? Meet the Veyron Heiress! Chapter 12

I flew back to Italy and officially took over the Veyron family.

My father stepped down.

Every day, he tended roses, fed birds, pruned grapevines, and looked exactly like an ordinary old man.

Occasionally, he would ask me, “Do you still hate him?”

“No.”

I shook my head.

“Hating someone is exhausting. I don’t have the energy for it.”

“Then do you miss him?”

I laughed.

“Dad. Seriously?”

He sighed.

“I just think you’re pushing yourself too hard.”

“It’s been three years. I haven’t seen you truly smile once.”

“And I haven’t seen you get close to anyone.”

I put down the document and looked at him.

“I’m fine alone.”

“I have work, money, and family.”

“I don’t need anyone coming in to create chaos.”

My father opened his mouth, as if he still wanted to say something.

I cut him off. “Is next week’s New York trip confirmed?”

“Confirmed.”

“Then I should prepare.”

I rose and left the study.

When I reached the door, I heard my father murmur behind me, “That child would be three now.”

My steps paused.

I did not look back.

I kept walking.

The corridor seemed endless.

Portraits of every Veyron family head hung along both sides.

At the far end was my mother’s portrait.

She died in childbirth.

She hemorrhaged while giving birth to me and did not survive.

After that, my father never remarried.

I did not understand before.

Now I did.

Some wounds stay in the body forever.

Some pain cannot be healed, not even by time.

My phone vibrated. My assistant’s voice came through.

“Miss, Nikolai Rosetti has arrived in Italy.”

“He is outside the estate, asking to see you.”

I did not hesitate. “No.”

My assistant paused. “He is kneeling outside the gate.”

“He says he will not leave unless you agree to speak to him.”

I walked to the window and drew back the curtain.

Outside the iron gate, Nikolai was kneeling on the sidewalk.

He held a sign: “I’m sorry. I was wrong. Please see me once.”

I looked for a full minute.

Then I let the curtain fall.

“After dark, have him removed.”

I sat back on the sofa and closed my eyes.

But my thoughts suddenly drifted back many years.

The first time we met was in a library.

I carried a stack of books and crashed into his arms.

The books scattered across the floor. He bent to pick them up for me and smiled.

“Looks like you really love reading.”

Sunlight poured in through the window and landed perfectly on his face.

Back then, he was clean and gentle, like a dream.

But all of it was false.

Everything was false.

Why did it still hurt to remember?

Three months later, Nikolai died on an Italian street.

When the news arrived, I was signing an international merger agreement.

My assistant came to my side and reported in a low voice.

The pen in my hand stopped for only one second.

Then I finished signing the last word.

After closing the file, I nodded to my assistant.

“Understood.”

Sunlight passed through the window and fell on my left hand.

My ring finger was empty.

Now, there was only a crown left in my world.

And I had no weakness anymore.