Emily was taken aback by how different Vincent Norman seemed today. It was as if he had fully returned to his role as the boss—detached, professional, and focused. Perhaps this was for the best, she thought. If everyone returned to their rightful roles, things would settle naturally. Vincent had always been a smart man. He wasn’t someone who should be held back by emotions. Especially now that she had Jackson by her side, it made sense for Vincent to distance himself from personal entanglements. Emily resolved to focus entirely on her work, setting her emotions aside. "While large apartments can meet the spatial needs of growing families, the increased size also drives up the price. Our luxury apartment project is already located in a prime area, which means the price per square foot will be high. There aren’t many young families who can afford such expensive housing," she explained. Ken chimed in, "Exactly! I’ve thought about this too. The pricing will be steep, especially for large units that are nearly two hundred square meters. I was worried that even a hundred units might be too much to sell." Vincent chuckled softly, his voice still hoarse as he responded, "That’s a valid concern, but it doesn’t align with the designer’s vision." Emily frowned, puzzled by his words. Vincent continued, "The person who designed these floor plans was a mother-to-be. She paid particular attention to the size of the nursery, making it nearly as large as the master bedroom. But does a baby really need such a big room?" Emily and Ken stayed silent, waiting for him to finish his thought. "It’s because she didn’t plan on having just one child," Vincent revealed. "In her vision, she and her husband would live in the master bedroom, each with their own workspace, as both of them are designers. Add a guest room and a nursery, and that’s her ideal layout." Ken nodded, finally understanding. "No wonder the original designs included so many rooms. They both needed workspaces." Vincent nodded. "Exactly. The kind of people who can afford luxury apartments are likely to be career-focused, with both partners pursuing their own professions. In today’s world, women are establishing themselves in the workforce, and they’re not giving up their careers for motherhood. I discussed this with my wife once. I asked her what she would want to do after our child was born. She said that after living so long for others, she wanted to finally do something for herself. I think that’s a common sentiment among modern women—to balance their careers and their roles as mothers." For the first time in a public setting, Vincent mentioned his late wife. In an age where information spreads like wildfire, everyone knew about the tragedy that had befallen him three years ago. His wife had perished in a fire while pregnant with their child. Everyone knew Vincent was a man of great devotion, who had been drowning in grief since then. But he had never once spoken about his wife in any formal setting. People generally avoided the topic out of respect, knowing it was a painful wound for him. Even Dylan seemed taken aback. "Sir, are you..." "Water," Vincent interrupted, his voice grating. "Of course." Dylan quickly handed him a cup of warm water, which Vincent sipped to soothe his throat. Vincent resumed, "Miranda’s talent is undeniable. What I’m asking isn’t to undermine her skills. I’m simply expressing a personal wish, one born out of my memories of my wife. I would like to request more of the larger units in the building’s design. Can that be done?" His gaze locked on Emily, and she felt herself recoil slightly, as if his eyes burned her. No matter how much time had passed, she still found it difficult to meet his eyes directly. Ken nudged her gently. "Miranda, the boss is asking you." "I heard him," Emily replied, taking a deep breath. "Mr. Norman seems to understand these plans better than I do." "This is just a personal request," Vincent clarified softly. Emily hesitated for a moment before asking, "But large apartments come with higher costs, which could affect the overall sale of the building. If we adjust the design to accommodate your personal request, is the company prepared for that risk?" Vincent’s response was immediate. "I’ll buy them. Once the building is finished, I’ll buy the larger units and live there." "By yourself?" Emily asked, almost reflexively. "No," Vincent shook his head. "With my wife and our child. She’s a designer too. I’ll help her set up her workspace, and while she’s working, I’ll take care of the baby. Hopefully, we’ll have one boy and one girl. She always said she wanted to give me both." Emily didn’t hesitate this time. "You mean your new wife?" "I only have one wife. She didn’t die. She’s still here." Emily sighed, lowering her gaze. "Mr. Norman, people need to face reality. I don’t mean to sound insensitive, but it’s been three years. It’s time to move forward and embrace a new life."Vincent exhaled, not in sadness, but in quiet reflection. "It’s not that easy to start over." "Letting go of the past makes it possible," Emily said. "But it’s too hard to let go," Vincent replied. "And I don’t want to. I believe that my wife and I aren’t finished yet. We’ll meet again, our paths will cross, and the ending will be a happy one." Emily chuckled softly, shaking her head. "You’ve been reading too many fairy tales, Vincent. Life isn’t a storybook. In the real world, when people part ways, they don’t come back. No one waits, and no one returns." "I do," Vincent said, his eyes full of unwavering conviction. "I’ve been waiting for her." "And what if she doesn’t want to return?" Emily pressed. "Then I’ll follow her," Vincent said firmly. "Wherever she goes, I’ll be right there with her." "But what if she has someone else walking beside her already?" Emily asked, her words striking like a hammer. Vincent’s face paled visibly. Taking a deep breath, Emily gathered her documents and held them against her chest. "I’m a designer, not a dream weaver. My job is to ensure that the floor plans are practical and marketable. If you’re looking for someone to chase dreams with, I suggest you find another person to adjust the designs."