After Mia left, Zoe stood by the window, silently observing. She saw Mia going downstairs, sitting on the roadside, sobbing uncontrollably.

Zoe had never seen Mia like this before. Even on the day the Sanders family went bankrupt, Mia maintained her composure without losing control.

Ava was behind her, unable to resist asking softly, "Mrs. Zoe, do you regret it?"

Zoe lowered her gaze. After a moment, she smiled faintly. "I don't regret it. I've never regretted it."

She had no choice. There was no room for regret.

Zoe spent half a day at the apartment. When she left in the afternoon, she only took a small suitcase.

…

In the evening, as darkness fell, the sky was painted with colorful clouds, and the twilight was exceptionally splendid. A luxurious black RV passed through the ornate black gate, circling a few times before stopping in the villa's parking lot.

Mason stood in the dusk, opening the car door for Zoe. He called her Mrs. Lockwood.

With a handsome face, he revealed a