Chapter Eighteen

It had been over a week since Jane had received her grandmother's ultimatum, and the weight of it was starting to crush her. The deadline loomed closer with each passing day, and her internal struggle was tearing her apart. It was not because she lacked a viable plan, but because the feasible option she had to consider felt utterly unbearable. Hence, it began to affect her daily life. She could not focus on anything else, and the anxiety was starting to seep into every aspect of her routine.

That particular morning, Ryan, dressed casually in jeans and a T-shirt and was heading out to the office.

As he strolled past the dining room, he noticed Jane sitting at the table, her head buried in her hands, as if weighed down by the world.

“Jane, I’m off to the company,” he said, but she did not respond or look up.

He had grown accustomed to her aloofness and her tendency to act as if he were invisible unless she needed something from him. Normally, he would have let it slide, but today he n