I understood her disbelief. Vincent had lost both his parents when he was young and Zoe’s family had taken pity on him, offering him shelter. Later, when Vincent became successful, he naturally helped Zoe, his so-called sister.
But my junior colleague wasn’t convinced. Her indignation only grew. “Really funny! Sister? Yeah, right! This is classic green tea behavior. Senior, let me handle this for you—I’ll tear her apart!”
I quickly grabbed her arm. “Don’t act rashly.”
After all, I’d tried that before. I’d argued, fought and accused, only for Vincent to look at me coldly and say, “Claire, you’re being ridiculous. You, of all people, should understand my relationship with Zoe. Jealousy like this is beneath you.”
He was right—jealousy was meaningless. Especially now. I didn’t want to stir up any trouble before I left.
So, I told my junior there were still a few days before I left and asked her to help me keep it a secret.
She hesitated. “So… are you still going through with the wedding?”
I shook my head.
“No,” I said softly. “I’m leaving. There’s no point.”
The words just fell.
Before I could explain further, Vincent’s voice came from behind me.
“Claire, where are you leaving?”
