Rhea naturally took Owen’s place, pushing Duncan into his office.

Their secretaries silently followed after them.

“Mrs. Torres, I can do it myself. You don’t have to push me.” Duncan did not want Rhea pushing him along. He already said that the current wheelchair was electric and he could easily move it forward by himself.

Rhea smiled. “I’m not using much strength either. It’s mostly you moving yourself.”

She was wearing regular clothes instead of a suit today. The bun she usually donned was let loose for once. Ever since her husband passed, she put away her flashy accessories too, but today, she had taken them out and put them on. With her delicate makeup, she looked like a young woman in her early twenties.

It was hard to tell she was a mother in her thirties to a nine-year-old son.

When she left this morning, her son complimented her on how beautiful she looked today.

When her in-laws saw how she was dressed, they wanted to say something but stopped themselves.

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