Chapter 239

Sophia's deep and unreadable eyes held a fleeting trace of concern. So much had happened recently, and my health had taken a serious hit. I couldn't push myself like I used to. Late nights and intense work were no longer an option. If I insisted, the little time I had left would only shorten further. And realistically, even if I did return to the company, it would only harm its reputation. To the world, what kind of respectable company would hire someone perceived as mentally unstable? I stared down at the plate of risotto in front of me, lost in thought. After a long pause, I said softly, "I could take on design projects under a pseudonym and step outside to work on sketches." Sophia's brow furrowed slightly, and she asked, confused, "Why can't you work on designs at home?" To her, the villa—now quiet since Edison no longer lived there—was a peaceful environment, perfect for creativity. Staying home would also mean being under Gerard's care. He would ensure I would have my meals