Georgia’s eyes widened at the unexpected offer. She hadn’t thought about reaching out to Greg, but now that Mara had mentioned it, a part of her felt compelled to do so.However, she quickly tried to diminish her thought, vivid memories of how she had broken his heart and treated him poorly resurfacing.“Oh well… about that, maybe it’s better for me not to bother him,” Georgia replied, attempting to hide her mixed emotions behind a crooked smile. “I mean, what could I possibly say to him after everything that happened…?”“You never know until you try,” Mara replied with a reassuring smile. “But if I were you, I would try it. Greg is a kind and understanding person, and I believe that he would appreciate hearing something from you, even if it’s just to let him know how you’re doing.”“But…What if he doesn’t want to hear from me?” Georgia wondered aloud, her voice tinged with uncertainty. “You know what I did was crucial. I’m not just talking about treating him badly and cheating. I als

Dylan huffed in annoyance as he stared at the flight information display once again. "Delayed again? Seriously?!" he muttered, frustration evident in his voice, while Greg, on the other hand, surprisingly remained calm as he leaned back in his seat.“Well, what can we do, Dylan? Delays happen sometimes. After all, they are a part of traveling," he said, trying to reassure his friend.Dylan glanced at Greg, raising an eyebrow. "Aren't you bothered by this at all? We've been waiting for hours!" he exclaimed.Greg chuckled lightly. "Well, getting upset won't change the situation, will it? We'll get on that plane eventually. In the meantime, why don't we find something to do to pass the time?" he suggested.Dylan sighed, realizing that Greg had a point. "Fine, but what do you suggest we do?" he asked, genuinely curious about how Greg remained so composed.“Hmmm… Well, there are plenty of things we can do here, like grabbing something to eat, exploring the airport, or even finding a quiet

Greg and Dylan exchanged puzzled glances as they observed the stark contrast between the two siblings.While the little girl was adorned in elegance, her brother seemed to be struggling in shabby attire. It was a sight that tugged at their hearts and left them with many questions.“Isn’t that strange?” Dylan whispered to Greg, trying not to be obvious as he gestured towards the children.“Yeah, it is,” Greg replied in a hushed tone, concern etched on his face. “I mean, they’re siblings, right? Why is there such a huge difference in how they’re dressed?”As they continued to watch, the mother and her children were seated at a nearby table, and Lucy approached them to take their order.Curiosity getting the better of him, Greg leaned towards Lucy as she came back to their table with their food. "Hey, Lucy, sorry to pry, but do you know anything about that family over there? The one with the two kids,” he asked, trying to sound casual.Lucy looked at the family and then back at Greg, a h

Greg and Dylan stepped through the grand entrance of The Von Ritcher estate. The mansion’s interior was adorned with exquisite artwork, elegant chandeliers, and lavish furnishings. The grandeur of the estate left everyone who saw it in awe, yet for Greg… It just brings him a feeling of nostalgia and discomfort. As they walked through the familiar halls, Greg’s mind drifted back to his childhood years spent in this very house. The memories flooded back, some pleasant, but mostly overshadowed by the weight of the past. This place had never truly felt like home to him and the strained relationship with his father and his cunning stepmother added to the uneasy atmosphere. “Nothing’s changed,” Greg thought to himself, observing the portraits of his ancestors that were still hanging on the walls. Despite the passage of time, the mansion seemed frozen in its luxurious glory, a stark contrast to the changes that had occurred in his own life. As Greg and Dylan wandered deeper into the esta

BLAM! Lorraine slammed the bedroom door shut with a resounding thud. Her rage simmered within her, threatening to boil over. She couldn't believe Austine's audacity to consider Greg as the sole heir once again! All her carefully laid plans to secure the position for her own son, Griffin, were now in jeopardy. "How can he do this?" Lorraine seethed, pacing back and forth in her luxurious bedroom. "After all I've done to be in this family, including marrying that old hag… He still wants to give that stupid son a second chance?! What's so hard about making Griffin an heir anyway?! All Griffin has ever done is get sent to a labor institution for selling weapons and drugs! Didn’t Austine think that that STUPID Greg could get into bigger problems if that picture is out?!" Lorraine’s anger only intensified when she recalled how Austine requested Greg to come to his study room to discuss the second chance further. Why didn't Austine just talk in the dining room? Did he think of them as ou