Regina POV
On Monday morning, I watched Scarlett hurry out the door for work, and I couldn’t help feeling a little surprised.
Of course, she wasn’t the lady of Hale Group anymore.
She was working for someone else now, which meant she couldn’t arrange her schedule as freely as she used to.
For a moment, I considered telling her to stop spending every day buried in work and start looking for another good man while she was still young.
But I quickly pushed the thought away.
Scarlett hated it when I brought up remarriage.
If I kept pressing the subject, she’d move out of the house at the first opportunity.
People didn’t live on money and material comforts alone.
I’d raised Scarlett since she was a little girl in middle school, and over the years, we’d developed a genuine family
