After seven years of marriage, my wife and my daughter inherited hundreds of millions of properties.

Night had fallen, and I stood forlornly on the balcony, gazing down at the street below.

My phone was pressed to my ear, and through the receiver, I heard my Aunt Eleanor's voice, full of concern.

"Liam, are you truly sure about this?"

I nodded slightly, my voice firm as I replied, "Yes!"

A soft sigh came from the other end of the line. Aunt Eleanor then continued,

"You're the sole heir of the Northwood Group, yet you’ve stayed away for seven years, all for one woman. Now that you've finally come to your senses, it's not too late. So, when do you plan on coming home?"