The Billionaire's Secret Life

Chapter 143

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