Amid the confines of Harriet's home, the air seemed to hang heavy with the weight of their suffering. The cupboards, once stocked with sustenance, now stood barren, echoing the hunger that gnawed at them relentlessly.Toria, Harriet's mother, slumped into a chair beside her daughter, weariness etched into the lines of her face. "Harriet," Toria began, her voice carrying a mix of weariness and concern, "I know times are hard, but we have to talk about this, we have to just get through and stand on our own two feet on our own."Harriet, lost in the depths of her mourning both for her father and her former luxurious life, looked up with distant eyes, her grief like an invisible shroud around her."I've been thinking," Toria continued, her voice a fragile thread of hope, "maybe Adonis is right, you know. Maybe he didn't do it, it does not even seem like he could ever do it if we think about this properly, a lot of things just do not connect."Harriet's gaze remained fixed, her thoughts di

Today, Adonis chose to do something really nice. He wanted to help the kids in a certain orphanage. So, he talked to Jesse and told him to gather all the things they needed. They headed over to the orphanage together, ready to bring some smiles. When they got there, the kids were super excited. Their faces lit up when they saw Adonis and Jesse. Adonis didn't waste any time. He jumped right into the fun, playing games with the kids. Their giggles and laughter filled the air, and it felt so good for Adonis, it was exactly what he needed to feel good at the moment.Under the warm sun, Adonis and Jesse gave out food, clothes, and stuff the kids needed. The kids were so happy and thankful, their eyes shining bright. It was a really nice feeling, knowing they were making the kids' day better. As the day went on, Adonis felt really happy. Seeing the kids' happy faces made all the effort worth it. The connection between them was special – it showed that even little things can bring big happin

Under the shroud of an unusually quiet day, the trio arrived at the police station, their footsteps echoing in the stark, sterile corridor. Unlike before, there were no persistent journalists with probing questions, no curious spectators, and no news anchors clamoring for a sensational story. Adonis had orchestrated their arrival with precision, keeping Oliver's face concealed from prying eyes.The subdued atmosphere enveloped them as they walked in. The absence of the usual chaos was very obvious and it emphasized the gravity of their situation. Each step, while seemingly ordinary, carried the weight of what was happening.As the commissioner caught sight of Oliver, his eyes widened in sheer disbelief. Turning to Adonis, he exclaimed, "Where in the world did you find him?"Adonis, his demeanor calm and composed, began to recount the entire story. "We tracked him down, Commissioner, with the help of someone on the inside, someone you would never even believe would have helped like thi

Adonis, now back at the palace, swiftly summoned his lawyer in preparation for the imminent court hearing. As the lawyer entered the room, Adonis wasted no time in recounting everything he had uncovered—the medical reports, the letter from his father, and the shocking revelation about Oliver's true parentage.The lawyer's eyes widened in disbelief as Adonis poured out the startling details of his discoveries. He stammered, "Your Highness, this is... I mean, it's beyond belief."Adonis nodded, a sense of astonishment still fresh in his mind. "I was just as shocked when I first uncovered it," he admitted, his voice tinged with a mixture of emotions.The lawyer, now regaining his composure, leaned forward. "Your Highness, this information could be a game-changer in court. We have a strong case now."Adonis sighed, the weight of his newfound knowledge pressing on him. "Yes, but it's also a double-edged sword. I need to tread carefully, especially with Queen Sophia involved."The lawyer no

In the hushed courtroom after Harriet’s testimony, Adonis's lawyer rose to his feet, a sense of urgency in his eyes. "Your Honor," he requested, "I also have a piece of evidence that I believe will definitely shed new light on this case." The judge, intrigued, granted the request with a nod. "Very well, proceed." With a few clicks of his laptop, the lawyer played the video that had been recorded during the unfaithful servant's confession. The courtroom fell into a tense silence as the footage illuminated the large screen. The unfaithful servant's voice filled the room as he recounted his role in the conspiracy. The audience listened attentively, the weight of his words sinking in. As the video played on, the persecution lawyer's face contorted with disbelief. He attempted to object, but the judge silenced him, allowing the video to play to its conclusion. The courtroom buzzed with disbelief as the unfaithful servant's confession hung heavy in the air. The revelation that an elder,