Chapter 441: Chapter 441



Rafael clenched his fist, determined. “I’ll do everything I can to get there, Aurora. Can you help out and look after Mom with Adrian?”

Aurora wiped her tears away, summoning the strength Rafael had asked for. “Okay.”

After the video call ended, Aurora opened the door, knowing Leah would be worried if she didn’t.

Meanwhile, Rafael sat in front of the computer, his mind racing with the information he’d just learned about the situation back home.

A soft knock at the study door broke his thoughts. It was the housekeeper.

“Dr. Romero, Miss Myers isn’t feeling well. Could you check on her, please?”

“Alright,” Rafael responded.

Rising, he grabbed his white coat from the chair. Allie Myers, Dalton’s younger daughter, was an enigma. Beneath her youthful and innocent appearance, she was far from simple. She had inherited all of Dalton’s wealth, while her elder sister had ended up in prison. Allie had emerged as the ultimate victor.

Rafael checked her temperature—it was slightly elevated, but nothing alarming.

“I need to go back to my country,” he said.

Ga ln ovels . com fuels your imagination Allie forced a weak smile. “Why the sudden decision to go back?”

“My ex-wife is facing some problems,” Rafael explained.

Allie sank back against the headboard, holding her head. “My head hurts. Can’t you stay?”

Rafael began packing his medical bag, his expression set. “I’m not asking for your permission; I’m merely informing you.”

His firm stance left her with no other choice. She rose from the bed, barefoot, and wrapped her arms around him from behind. “I can’t manage without you. I need you too.”

Rafael remained still, his tone unwavering. “I’ve told you again and again, you are not sick.”

“I am sick,” Allie choked out. “Just thinking of you makes me feel suffocated, and the news of your departure gives me sleepless nights and headaches. Please, don’t leave.”

“Leave me…”

Unmoved, Rafael stood with one hand on his medical kit and the other gently removing her hands from his arm. “As I’ve said before, there’s no future for us.”

Her father was responsible for his father’s death, and Rafael’s presence in her life had been solely to recover the money his father was owed. Now, it seemed the roles of debtor and creditor had reversed. He was the caretaker under her roof, while she assumed the role of the one in charge.

Despite his repeated rejections, Allie continued to ignore his refusals. “Please don’t go. What if I offered you one hundred million? Would that be enough?”

Owing two hundred billion, Allie believed she had all the time in the world to break his resolve. But Rafael had come to terms with his situation. “I need to return home.”

He had just spoken these words when Allie remained silent. Only as he reached for the door did she finally call out, “Is it because of your ex-wife? Do you really like her that much? Why must you leave me? She has everything, and you’re all I have!”

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