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
Now, Morel and the mysterious man were walking inside a small, narrow alley. The man was very neatly dressed, contrasting with the seedy atmosphere around them. Morel stopped his steps for a moment, squinted, and said with a tone full of emphasis, "You're the one who gave me the letter."The mysterious man nodded slowly, a faint smile on his lips. "Yes, that's me," he said calmly. "I wanted to tell you your true identity. Your father... he has planned everything from the beginning."Morel felt his heart racing, his fingers clenching into fists. "What do you mean? What do you know about my father?" his voice sounded firm, but there was a nuance of anxiety that he couldn't hide.The man stared at him with a sharp gaze as if he was gauging Morel's every reaction. "Everything, Morel. He's your father and a leader with a hidden agenda. He creates the image of a perfect family, but behind that, there are many dark secrets he wants to hide from you."Morel felt a wave of emotions flow throug
Morel growled, frustration welling up inside him. He squeezed the business card so hard that it fell apart. His mind was chaotic, like a tangled thread that could not be straightened. He continued to walk without direction, letting his feet lead him away from the hustle and bustle of the city. Finally, he reached the city's outskirts, on a cliff overlooking the mountains. The cold mountain breeze swept across his face, bringing a calmness he could not find within himself.With a heavy sigh, Morel looked back, gazing at the city in the distance. The lights flickered like haunting memories. "I don't want to be there anymore," he muttered softly as if speaking to his reflection. Everything that happened in my life... it was all chaos."Images of his father, the Spencer family, and that mysterious man haunted him. He felt the weight of the past and the demands he never asked for. "What do I really want?" Morel asked himself, feeling trapped in a destiny he never chose.However, even with
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