Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 837:

Yvonne was just as speechless.

“It’s not just you. I’ve never seen this many at once. This could fill an entire jewelry exhibition! I never realized she was this rich.”

Rachel didn’t know what to say. She quietly walked over and took Allan’s hand.

Allan pulled her slightly behind him and looked at his mother.

“Thank you for the wedding gifts. I’ll accept them on Rachel’s behalf.”

Rachel was completely caught off guard. He just accepted them? Since they were already accepted, Rachel figured she should at least say thank you.

“Uh… thank you!”

“Hold on, there’s still more.”

Someone brought over a document, and Trudy handed it straight to Rachel.

“Go through it, and if everything looks fine, sign it.”

“I’ll check it over first for Rachel.” Allan skimmed through it, then called for a pen.

He then passed both the document and the pen to Rachel.

“Take a look and sign when you’re ready.”

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The document was long—too long for Rachel to read properly. But a few words stood out to her. It included an estate of over nine thousand square meters…

Everything else blurred together in her mind.

From what she could tell, Allan’s mother was giving her the villa.

Rachel was in complete shock. Her hand shook as she signed her name. The moment Rachel signed, Trudy’s face lit up.

“That’s it—we’re family now.”

Rachel, feeling a little shy, whispered,

“Thank you.”

Trudy grinned from ear to ear.

“Perfect! My son is getting married today, and I couldn’t be happier.”noveldrama

She lifted her glass toward the guests.

“Everyone, eat and drink as much as you like.”

“Thank you, Mom.” Allan met her gaze with appreciation.

Trudy gave a small nod, her eyes lingering on them for a bit.

“Alright, I’ve done my part. I know my being here might be awkward for you, so I’ll head out. It’s your big day—enjoy it.”

With that, she turned and walked out of the banquet hall.

She kept her posture straight, showing no hesitation, yet her pace subtly slowed.

“Mom!”

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