Marisa, who had been ready to fight back, suddenly felt her heart racing as she saw Vincent getting closer to the tall statue. However, before Vincent could launch his attack, a strong hand suddenly blocked his movement. It was Morel who, despite being injured, managed to stand up and prevent Vincent from committing that crazy act.Quickly, Morel snatched the statue from Vincent's hand and pushed him away. Vincent staggered back, lost his balance, and fell to the floor. The statue was now in Morel's hands, and he stared at Vincent with a gaze full of anger and firmness. "That's enough, Vincent," Morel said in a low but threatening voice. "You have crossed the line, and I will stop you."Guests who saw Morel's actions stood in awe, and some immediately called security. The situation was becoming increasingly tense, but it was now clear that Vincent had lost control of everything.His anger was boiling over. The frustration he had been harbouring since the beginning of this conflict was
As time passed, Marisa and Morel's relationship developed naturally, with signs of closeness becoming increasingly evident. Marisa, with her caring and attentive nature, would often send Morel short messages. Sometimes, she would just ask simple questions like "What are you doing?" or "How are you?" These messages may seem trivial, but for Marisa, they were her way of showing her attention and presence in Morel's life.On the other hand, Morel, despite being known for keeping his distance from others, was not bothered in the slightest by Marisa's attention. Normally, other people might feel intimidated or bored by the constant messages, but not Morel. Instead, he found something comforting in the way Marisa cared for him. He rarely responded with long words, but Marisa knew that Morel appreciated her efforts.Sometimes, when Morel was busy with his work or lost in his own thoughts, a message from Marisa could distract him and give him a moment of peace. While he doesn't always reply w
"Oh my! Are you okay?" exclaimed Marisa, her eyes wide with shock.Morel immediately glanced at the woman, wanting to make sure she was okay.A woman stood with her hair loose, covering most of her face. Morel rushed out of the car to make sure the woman was okay."I'm sorry. Are you okay?" Morel asked in a worried tone as he approached the woman.The woman slowly pushed aside the hair covering her face. Morel's eyes widened as he realised who was standing in front of him."Anna?" his voice sounded full of surprise. His ex-wife, whom he never expected to meet in such a situation, was now standing in front of him with a gaze that was hard to interpret.Anna tried to stand up with her remaining strength, trying to calm herself down after almost being run over. However, the moment her eyes met Morel's surprised gaze, her body suddenly lost its balance."Anna, be careful!" exclaimed Morel, his hands reflexively moving to restrain the woman's body.Anna fell into Morel's arms, her frail bod
A week had passed since her last meeting with Morel, and Anna felt a growing sense of unease seize her. Her mind was filled with images of Morel's cold face, stern words ringing in her ears, and eyes showing no hint of compassion.Anna paced back and forth in her apartment, which felt increasingly cramped and suffocating. The living room table was cluttered with papers, emotionally charged notes, and a cell phone that never left her grasp. Her bloodshot eyes showed that she had cried many times this week, but it didn't make the weight on her chest lessen in the slightest. Instead, those tears only made it clear how desperate she was."Why doesn't he call?" Anna muttered while squeezing her trembling hands. Every hour that passed without hearing from Morel felt like an eternity. Her usually confident face was now wrinkled with worry and weariness. "Has he really forgotten about me? What should I do?"Those thoughts kept swirling in her head, making it difficult for her to sleep or focu
Marisa was surprised to hear that answer but tried to mask her shock. Her gaze returned to Anna, who was still standing in the same place as if she didn't know what to do. "I see," Marisa said quietly, trying to digest the information while feeling a tension she couldn't explain.Marisa bit her lip, confused and slightly disbelieving. "But, Morel... She seemed to be having a tough time. Why didn't you help her? Aren't... aren't you supposed to help her?"Morel sighed softly, his eyes fixed forward, down the path they were traveling. "Anna and I are no longer related. It's none of my business."Marisa looked at him, trying to understand Morel's feelings. "But what if she really needs help? Don't you feel the need to... at least make sure she's okay?"Morel turned her head for a moment, giving Marisa a stern look. "In the past, maybe. But now, there's no reason for me to get involved. Anna made her own choices, and I've made mine."Marisa nodded slowly, though her heart was still full o
Hearing the name "Spencer" come out of Anna's mouth, Morel felt something stir inside him. However, he managed to hold back any reaction that might appear on his face. Her face remained calm, and her eyes narrowed slightly as if trying to assess the extent to which Anna knew the truth.Anna watched Morel's expression carefully, then continued, "If people knew who you really were, you'd have a tough time, wouldn't you? Your comfortable life would be ruined. But I can keep your secret safe... for the right price."A faint smile appeared on Anna's face, but her tone turned more serious. "Give me one million dollars, and I guarantee your secret will remain safe."Morel's eyes narrowed, and a cold look appeared on his face. "Are you trying to threaten me now, Anna?" Morel asked in a flat yet warning tone.Anna didn't flinch, instead laughing softly. "Come on, Morel. That's not a lot of money for the Spencer family, is it?"Morel paused momentarily, watching Anna with a gaze that was hard t
Anna felt a deep fear, something she had never felt before. In the past, when they were still together, Morel had always been gentle and caring and had never hurt her feelings, physically or mentally. She knew Morel was calm and wise and always tried to protect her from anything painful. However, now in front of her was a different Morel- a cold, merciless, and determined figure. Anna couldn't control the trembling in her hands, fear crawling through her body. Her memories swirled, recalling when Morel was the only one she could lean on, who gave her a sense of security. Now, that security was gone, replaced by anxiety that haunted her every second. She never imagined that Morel, who used to always protect her, would now be the biggest fear in her life.Inside Anna's heart, there was a mixture of emotions that were hard to explain- regret, anger, and distrust. She didn't expect that Morel would turn out like this one day. Despair overcame her, and she realized that the Morel she once
Morel stood straight, staring at Anna, who drooped weakly on the chair with a cold and dispassionate gaze. Anna's body trembled, blood slowly flowing from the wound on her chest. Her breathing was getting shorter and shorter, her eyes looking at Morel, seeking pity that would never come.Morel didn't say a word. His face remained cold as if what had just happened was inevitable, a consequence of Anna's actions. In his mind, he knew what happened was a reflex, an automatic response to defend himself. The knife, which was meant to hurt her, ended up, ironically, a tool to punish Anna for her betrayal.Anna, who now lay dying, tried to speak, but her voice only came out as a barely audible whisper. Her body weakened with time, and finally, with one last long breath, Anna was silent. Her eyes were closed, and silence filled the room.Morel watched the lifeless body for a few moments, confirming that Anna was truly gone. There was no remorse on his face, only a coldness that reflected his