Chapter 915 Grow Up
Just like Hera had pointed out before, Xavier lacked a true sense of wealth. He never cared much about his family’s fortune and had grown distant from them over the years. But now, thanks to Hera, though she probably didn’t even realize it, Xavier had started to rethink everything.
Finding out that Hera was far wealthier than he ever imagined was a blow to his ego as a man who was supposed to be the provider. The idea of always relying on her, like some useless sugar baby, didn’t sit right with him.
It made him feel immature and selfish.
He felt immature for never realizing what he had been neglecting all this time: his family’s hard work, their legacy built over decades, and the sacrifices they made for him.
And selfish, because he only ever thought about what he wanted to do, how he felt, and what mattered to him, without once considering his family’s efforts, their dedication, or what might happen to their business if it ended up in the hands of outsiders. If he, their own son, wouldn’t step up to protect what they built, then who would?
He used to believe that money didn’t matter, that chasing his own dreams was enough. But what about his parents’ sacrifices? What about the legacy they built? Sure, they could hire a professional manager to run the business, but would that ever compare to a family member truly taking responsibility?
These realizations hit Xavier hard. And it was all because of the time he spent with Hera, watching her work tirelessly, dabbling in business, and juggling multiple responsibilities. At first, he assumed she was doing all this because she was short on money.
But later, he learned the truth: her grandfather could hand her billions in pocket money without blinking. She wasn’t doing it out of necessity; she was building a future. That struck Xavier deeply, and it finally pushed him to grow up and step into the role his family had always hoped he’d take.
And that realization hit Xavier harder than he wanted to admit.
So, on their way home, somewhere above the clouds inside the private jet, Xavier quietly leaned his head on Hera’s shoulder as she slept. He listened to her steady breathing, her face looking peaceful yet tired after everything that had happened in Paris and the judgment she had to face. As she rested, he fell into deep thought, quietly reflecting on his future, on what it would truly take to walk beside her as an equal.