In the end, Molly couldn't bring herself to call him "brother."

Because she really did love him.

Loved him so much that when he looked at her with indifference, she pretended not to notice. As long as she could be near him, she was happy.

But he simply didn't love her back.

The woman in his heart meant too much to him. He wouldn't even give Molly a chance—wouldn't try to get to know her.

Still, she had to admire him. In this fast-paced world, staying devoted to one person was rare.

Well, at least I have good taste in men!

So she was willing to step aside and let him have his happiness.

Miles said she could come get the brooch whenever she wanted, or he'd have it delivered.

The moment Molly agreed, she felt lighter than she had in years.

I'm a good person, she told herself. Someday, someone will treasure me too.

When Mrs. Vance heard that Sibyl had once again pulled her son away at a critical moment, she slammed her hand on the table.

"That woman isn't worth half of what Molly is! What's gotten into Miles? I need to find a way to get those two together properly. A beauty like Molly, with that sweet temperament—she's exactly his type!"

"Mom, save your energy. I already talked to Molly." Miles walked in, half-dragging an exhausted Felix behind him. He raised an eyebrow at his parents, still awake at three in the morning.

"Talked about what?"

"Once I've recovered from the jet lag, we're getting divorced." He loosened his collar and sank onto the sofa.

"Molly agreed to this?" Mrs. Vance sounded skeptical.

"She did. I just dropped her off at home. She even wished me well." He paused. "Just as you wanted—from now on, we're siblings."

Mrs. Vance hadn't expected them to have already settled it between themselves.

"That girl was in the bloom of her youth when she married into this family. You treated her like a decoration for three years, and now you're just... done? Miles, are you sure you won't regret this?"

"I won't."

Mrs. Vance was too choked up to argue further. She grabbed her husband's arm and pulled him toward the stairs, muttering as she went: "He doesn't want someone as wonderful as Molly, but he's obsessed with that woman. His eyes might be fixed, but there's clearly something wrong with his head. Absolutely hopeless."

Molly had pulled two all-nighters in a row. When she finally woke, it was already afternoon.