Doris looked at Marisa with worry in her eyes. "Miss Marisa, are you sure you can persuade him? Master Morel is in a very fragile state. He could refuse to return, and we don't know what could make him change his mind."Marisa nodded. "I know, Mr. Doris. I'm unsure what will happen either, but I must try. Morel may feel like he's lost his identity, but he's the only one who can keep this family standing. If left unchecked, the Spencer family companies will collapse, and that will only worsen his mental state."Doris was silent for a moment, pondering Marisa's words. He knew what Marisa said was true, but the worry about Morel's mental state still haunted him. "Very well, Miss Marisa. If you believe you can do it, I won't stop you. But be careful. The current Master Morel is different from the one we know."Marisa smiled a little, though her heart was full of anxiety. "I'll be careful. I hope I can make him understand that he is not alone in carrying this burden."With that, Marisa pre

Marisa smiled faintly, feeling hope beginning to rise in her heart. Although Morel had initially tried to drive her away coldly and rudely, he no longer seemed to be pushing her away. To Marisa, this was a small signal that there was still a part of Morel that was approachable, albeit hidden beneath the layers of disappointment and anger that consumed her at the moment."Morel, I know you're struggling with all of this," Marisa said softly, coming a little closer with care so as not to trigger Morel's anger again. But you're not alone. I'm here, and I'll always be there for you." Her voice was soft and full of sincerity, reflecting her desire to help Morel even though she knew how difficult this situation was.She watched Morel's every move, every little change in her face, hoping to find an opening to reach out to her wounded heart. "You may feel trapped, but remember, there are people who care about you- I'm one of them," Marisa continued, her heart trembling with hope. She underst

Marisa smiled a little. For her, as long as Morel accepted Doris' existence, that was more than enough. "He's coming to give me some files. I have some work to do," Marisa continued, hoping to provoke at least a slight response from the man. However, there was no change in Morel's face or demeanor.Cautiously, Marisa tried another approach. "Maybe Mr Doris misses you too much..." her voice softened, almost like a hope directed at herself. She hoped that Doris' name would make Morel respond or lift his face. But instead, after finishing the food on his plate, Morel stood up without saying a word.Marisa stared at him as he rose from the chair. There was no anger on her face, just patience that slowly built up from her time with Morel.Marisa took a long breath as she watched Morel's back move away. "He's still hiding her feelings," she muttered, disappointed but still full of patience. A few hours later, a knock on the door roused her from her reverie. Doris finally arrived at the tiny

Morel shut himself in his room for two whole days since Doris left. There was no sound behind the room's thin wooden door, only the silence surrounding the tiny house. He let the outside world spin without him, choosing to drown in his own thoughts. Loneliness, guilt, and his dark past continued to haunt every second he spent alone.Suddenly, there was a loud noise from the door. The door to his room was violently kicked in, the thin wood rattling so hard that it almost broke. Marisa appeared, standing in the doorway with quick, determined breaths. The surprise arrival made Morel flinch, his face instantly filled with anger and confusion."What are you doing, Marisa?! Why are you breaking down my bedroom door?" Morel shouted angrily. His gaze sharp, his breathing ragged, it was clear that he was upset at Marisa's impulsive actions.However, Marisa did not back down. She didn't even care about Morel's anger at the moment. Instead, she took out her cell phone and quickly played a video,

Morel, Marisa, and Doris sat together in a spacious and quiet room around a wooden table. The light from the large window beside them casts a soft glow that illuminates the room, but the atmosphere remains tense. Doris sat at the end of the table with several bandages wrapped around his head, a sign of the injuries he had sustained during the chaos at the Spencer household. Although his condition had not fully recovered, his gaze remained sharp, filled with unwavering dedication.Morel, already neatly dressed in a black suit that displayed his authority, sat upright in his chair. His cold aura now filled with a distinct calmness, he looked like a leader ready to take back control. Although the emotional upheaval lingered deep down, Morel had already decided it was time to act.Marisa, sitting next to Morel, looked at the two people seriously. She felt this was an essential moment for Morel, and she had to support whatever steps he would take. From the beginning, she had always believe