Tears welled up in my eyes and fell onto the letter one by one, blurring the ink. In the very end, my father had still managed to carve out a path of survival for me, trading his own life to give me a chance to start over.
Every line of the letter urged me not to blame myself too much for Rourke Group's bankruptcy. He told me that the business world was always full of ups and downs, reassuring me that it wasn't my fault and that his only wish was for me to be happy. I didn't want to dwell on past grievances anymore, choosing instead to carry my father's dying wish and live a simple, ordinary life.
I moved to another city, found an ordinary job, and rented a small apartment where I planted a few potted flowers on the windowsill. The days passed by one after another, so peaceful that my pr
