In the office, Joe looked worriedly at Lydia Ingram, "Just called the missus to say I’d be working late. Now that President Usher has left, are you still working overtime?"
"Overtime for what?" Lydia Ingram stood up, feeling terrible, and said, "Let’s get off work too." With that, she walked out.
Joe quickly packed up and followed her out.
After work, Monica Usher walked into a shopping mall, picked out two M-sized dresses, one black and the other white, both classic styles that wouldn’t go out of fashion for five or six years, and their quality was excellent.
After leaving the mall, she went into a chain cake shop.
The birthday cake she ordered in the morning was ready. She paid the balance, "Thank you."
"You’re welcome. Have a nice day, and welcome back next time."
Monica Usher opened the red Bentley door, placed the cake on the passenger seat, then walked around the car to the driver’s seat and quickly drove off. Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by NoveIꜰire.net
The Kingston Group, rows of tall buildings stood at the city’s busiest intersection, with cars streaming by.
The lights in the office buildings gradually turned on.
Finn Morgan needed to work late tonight, as there was an urgent meeting to be held soon.
So Hailey Hale stayed behind too. After all, she was following a drama, and it was the same wherever she watched it. She would soon finish the final episode.
Barbara Sutton had no place to go, and going home after an early shift meant being alone, so she chose to work overtime too.
The end of the month was approaching, and some data needed sorting. Things would be much more relaxed next month.
She knew Hailey Hale was a student and wouldn’t be here long, so the work would ultimately fall on her shoulders. Barbara Sutton didn’t rely on Hailey for work matters.
Time passed quickly; soon, it was eight in the evening.
"I’m heading off now," Barbara Sutton tidied up her desk, grabbed her bag, and stood up, politely speaking.
Hailey Hale looked up at her, "Okay."
Then watched her leave the office, ride the elevator alone downstairs, and as she walked out of the company lobby, the cool night breeze brushed against her face, blowing her hair, but not dispelling the faint melancholy in her heart.
She got on the last bus home, sitting by the window, watching the scenery outside.
Barbara Sutton’s phone alarm went off, and she glanced at the reminder note, slightly startled—it turned out today was her birthday.
She had been so busy all day, she had completely forgotten.
But what difference did it make remembering it?
It’s just a birthday; growing up in a family with poor conditions, she rarely celebrated birthdays and had no real concept of them.
Thinking of her childhood memories, of her parents’ lifetime of toil, Barbara Sutton felt genuinely sad.
She couldn’t fly higher, only strive bit by bit to change her destiny.
After a while, the bus arrived at the stop, and she got off with the crowd.
Walking towards her rental home in the streetlight, the location wasn’t too remote but did feel lonelier compared to the city center.
The dim streetlight shone on her, elongating her shadow diagonally.
As she walked on, Barbara Sutton saw a familiar figure standing at the entrance of the building, prompting her to stop. She looked closely.
"Monica?" She quickened her pace to walk toward her.
Monica Usher held a delicate paper bag in one hand and a cake in the other, "Happy Birthday."
Facing her smiling face, Barbara Sutton was astonished, yet felt touched emotionally.
"Don’t just stand there, let’s head upstairs!" Saying that, Monica Usher turned to the stairs, stepping up. She knew her way around, as it wasn’t her first visit.
However, quite a bit of time had passed since her last visit.
Barbara Sutton followed her, looking at her tall silhouette, observing the cake and bag in her hands, and her heart was warmed.
The day her parents forgot, even the day she herself forgot, was remembered by Monica.
How could she not be moved? Human hearts are always so delicate.
After reaching upstairs, Barbara Sutton used her keys to open the door.
"Do you have any noodles?" Monica Usher entered, putting down the items in her hands and heading towards the kitchen, "I want to make you a bowl of longevity noodles."