Morel stood there, surrounded by the silence of the night that felt increasingly tense in the villa. It was already midnight, but the shadows of his past continued to haunt him mercilessly. He took a deep breath, hoping the cool night air would calm his chaotic mind. However, the memories were too strong, suffocating his chest. Unable to bear being in a place filled with the scars of his childhood, Morel decided to leave, returning to his home.When I arrived home, the atmosphere was calmer but not entirely soothing. The lights were still on, and when he opened the door, he saw Doris, who had not yet gone to bed, sitting in the living room with a surprised look at Morel's sudden return."Master Morel?" He greeted softly, his voice filled with worry. "Is everything alright?"Morel looked much different than usual. His usually calm and relaxed face now looked tired and rumpled. His typically neat hair was messy as if he had often messed it up in frustration. His piercing brown eyes now
"Master Morel, I've brought the financial report that needs your signature..." Doris' voice sounded low but expectant as he stood at the door of Morel's room. He waited anxiously, hoping that Morel would respond. However, only silence answered him.After a moment, Doris continued, trembling slightly, "Master, please... I'm apprehensive. You haven't been out for a week. You need rest and care." But still, there was no answer. Reluctantly, Doris left the documents in front of Morel's bedroom door, as he had done many times before. This week, he took over all of Morel's work, from the simplest to the most urgent. However, his burden was getting heavier and heavier, not just because of the job but because his concern for Morel was becoming unstoppable.Every day, he tried everything possible to get Morel to open up. In fact, several times, he brought a doctor to examine his master's condition, but the results were always the same. Morel always refused angrily, chasing them out of his roo
Marisa bit her lip anxiously before speaking again. A trembling voice could be heard as she asked, "Mr. Doris... What exactly happened to Morel? Why is he like this? What made him change so drastically?"Doris was silent momentarily, feeling a little hesitant to speak, but finally let out a soft sigh. "Actually, Miss Marisa, Master Morel... underwent a great change after he returned from Amiste village.""Amiste village?" Marisa repeated, confused. "What happened there?""After the visit to the village, Morel looked very different. He started shutting him self up in his room, refusing to see anyone and refusing all the work he usually handled. We were all worried... including me. He's never been like this before." Doris spoke cautiously, not wanting to add to Marisa's worries, yet he knew this truth could not be hidden.Marisa was silent, trying to digest the information. "Did... something happen there?" she asked quietly, curious and anxious."We don't know for sure either," Doris co
Marisa was silent momentarily, her heart breaking to see Morel in this state. But she didn't want to give up. "All right, Morel," she said softly, trying to contain her emotions. "I will go out... but I will come to this house often. I'll wait until you're willing to talk to me until you're ready to tell me what happened."Without waiting for an answer, Marisa got up slowly, stepping towards the door. However, she wouldn't really leave Morel alone. She knew that behind the coldness and distance Morel created, there was something weighty that the man had to deal with.Marisa sat in her office with both hands supporting her face, her eyes blankly staring at the documents scattered across the desk. But it was all meaningless. Her mind kept returning to Morel, trapped in an increasingly suffocating worry. The image of the man sitting alone in a dark room, his face a mess, as if alienated from the world, haunted every corner of his mind."What happened to you, Morel?" he whispered softly,
After Morel finished eating the porridge Marisa had prepared, the atmosphere between them turned quiet. The silence was so tense that Marisa could feel a chill run through the room. Sitting in front of him, Morel looked like a shadow of his former self. The man, usually full of control and determination, now looked fragile, as if he had no desire to continue living. Marisa felt very uncomfortable. In front of her now was not the stern and authoritative Morel she was used to, but someone slumped over and looked like a living corpse. After drowning in confusion, Marisa decided to ask, though her heart was full of doubts."What exactly happened to you, Morel?" she asked in a soft, almost whispered voice, full of concern and worry.At first, Morel remained silent as if not hearing her question or perhaps choosing to ignore it. Marisa didn't press further. She just sat quietly beside him, waiting patiently. As the minutes passed in eerie silence, time seemed to slow down, with each passin
Marisa felt the tension in the air as Morel's every word seemed to carry an enormous weight. "What do you remember?" she asked, trying to break the painful silence.Morel looked at Marisa with a deep, burdened gaze. "You want to know what I really remember?" He said quietly, his voice hoarse. "I'm just the son of Merian Spencer."Marisa looked at his confused, waiting for further explanation."Merian Spencer, my father, was a man who had been discarded by the Spencer family. He was considered a failure- someone who didn't deserve to be part of this family," Morel continued, his voice getting lower. "So, if my father is a failure, how could I become the Spencer family's main heir?"Marisa was surprised to hear that. She had never known this side of Morel, and this information shocked her. "But, Morel, even if your father is banished, that doesn't mean you're not worthy," she said, trying to soothe.Morel shook his head bitterly. "No, it doesn't. You don't understand, Marisa. I grew up
Doris and Marisa looked at each other. They felt the same despair binding them. "Morel, that's not the way to solve this," Doris tried to intervene, his voice trembling, but Morel ignored him. He was trapped in a whirlpool of his own thoughts, all the bitter memories and pain he carried all this time blocking his ability to see any other way."If you leave now, all hope will be lost!" Marisa struggled, her voice full of emotion. She stepped forward, trying to get closer to Morel, but the man was already in despair. "You don't understand, Marisa!" he shouted, his voice rising, and instantly the atmosphere grew tense. "I've fought too long for something that isn't mine. This is all a lie!" As Morel neared the door, Marisa and Doris exchanged glances, determined not to let him leave. They knew that if Morel left the house in that state, he might not return. Without hesitation, Marisa stepped quickly forward, standing in front of him."Morel, don't go. You can't leave everything like thi
After a few days of Morel's departure, Doris tried hard to cover up everything that happened. He realized that if others found out about Morel's situation, the repercussions could be devastating, both for the Spencer family and for Morel himself. Doris took over all the work left behind by Morel, struggling to keep things running.However, the burden was overwhelming. He felt torn between his responsibilities as an assistant and his concern for Morel. Every day, he faced piles of paperwork and schedules to complete while pretending that everything was fine. Fortunately, Marisa appeared as a light in the darkness, helping him with various tasks. He sighed heavily and asked himself, "How did things get this complicated?" He realized the repercussions could be devastating if other people learned about Morel's situation.Marisa was also worried about Morel's condition, and her presence helped to ease Doris' burden. They worked together, sharing each other's burdens, trying to keep this s