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
Alberix sat in his brightly lit room, his gaze fixed on the large screen showing Doris' press conference. From the start, he was calm and confident, certain that all his plans would go smoothly. However, when Doris presented the evidence against him, his expression began to change.He frowned, trying to understand every word Doris was saying. "No way! He can't do this to me!" he thought, agitated. Doris's calm, confident voice continued to ring out, describing the criminal acts he was accused of. When photos and videos of his lies appeared on the screen, Alberix's anger boiled over. "How dare he attack me like this!" he screamed in a trembling voice. Resentment and helplessness overcame him, and he wrung his hands on the table, grunting in frustration.Alberix stood up, no longer able to sit still. He stepped back, casting his eyes around the room, planning his next move. "This cannot go on. Doris has made a terrible mistake. He will pay for this," he muttered, teeth clenched tightly
There was a young servant pushing the tea table, the young servant looked nervous as he pushed the small table on which was a tray of hot tea. When he reached the door of Morel's room, he knocked carefully, hoping not to disturb his master. From inside came a calm but firm voice, "Come in."Slowly, the maid opened the door and stepped inside, her eyes briefly glancing at Morel who was busy behind the counter, immersed in his work. Without saying much, she poured tea into the prepared cup and placed it on the table in front of Morel. "Here, please, Master," he said in a polite and somewhat shaky voice, trying his best not to make a mistake. After that, he quickly turned around, intending to quickly exit the room.However, the sudden sound of Morel's heavy voice made him stop immediately. "Wait a minute," Morel said, standing up from his chair. "Stop right there."The maid instantly stopped in place, looking down deeply as she said, "What is it, Master?"Morel looked at her sharply, not
Inside a luxurious yet dimly-lit room, the atmosphere was warm and intimate. The walls are adorned with classical paintings, while dim lamps cast a soft glow throughout. In the background, jazz music played softly, mingling with the gentle clinking of glasses and the breeze from the slightly moving curtains.There was laughter, laughter filled with satisfaction and pride. In the center of the room, Alberix danced in a relaxed style, his steps light and to the beat of the music. In his hand, there was a glass of gold-colored drink that he occasionally lifted to take a sip. His face wore an expression of great joy, as if the world was on his side."How marvelous!" he said with another laugh, his eyes shining with sly excitement. He twisted his body elegantly, as if nothing could hinder his happiness that night. "This-this is so good. Look at all the bad press about Morel Spencer. The public hates him!" Alberix laughed even harder, the sound echoing throughout the room, filling the space
The news about Morel Spencer has reached a breaking point, becoming the main topic of every news channel, online discussion, and street conversation. Every article broadcasts a news story, and social media tweets revolve around the same conclusion: Morel Spencer should be held responsible for this mess.The video footage circulating online only made matters worse. The video shows Morel and Marisa leaving their mansion and heading to their car as if running away from trouble. All the evidence that emerged was deliberately cut from only one point of view, giving the strong impression that Morel was the mastermind behind the chaos that destroyed businesses across the city. Images of the black-clad rioters, who vandalized shops and named Spencer as their master, have reinforced the accusation that Morel was involved in this sinister conspiracy."Morel Spencer is a threat to us all!" asserted a political analyst on a talk show. "People like him use their power and money to control things,
The news quickly shook the Spencer family's reputation. Their company's share price fell sharply, creating panic among investors. Many began to demand that Morel Spencer be brought to justice, calling for him to take responsibility for the chaos. The mass media fervently heralded the news, highlighting how dangerous Morel's actions were to society. "Morel Spencer's reckless actions have jeopardised public safety!" screamed one news headline, complete with video footage showing the chaos in the streets. The public began reporting Morel en masse, with many voices calling for the authorities to take action. They claimed that Morel's reckless behaviour had created insecurity in their neighbourhoods. "We can't let someone like that roam around without consequences!" said one resident in an interview, expressing widespread anger. This made the situation even more tense. Marisa, who had been following the news with interest, felt how unfair all the accusations were. "This cannot be allowe
Marisa stared at her phone screen with bated breath, her eyes unblinking as the news about the mess involving Morel Spencer was displayed there. Breaking News: Street Chaos Caused by Morel Spencer?Tuesday night, a vast chaos rocked one of the city's main streets, involving Morel Spencer, the heir to the Spencer family, in a horrendous shootout. This riot caused mass fear but also caused severe traffic jams and undermined public order.Initial reports suggest that this incident was triggered by Morel Spencer's presence at the location. The attackers, suspected to be an organised armed group, seem to have planned this attack well in advance. However, some sources indicate that Morel's presence and manoeuvring in the business world attracted powerful enemies, eventually leading to this violent incident.Eyewitnesses mentioned that gunshots were clearly heard, with bullets hitting various vehicles around the scene. According to residents, Morel Spencer's convoy was travelling at high sp
The situation around Morel's place was utterly chaotic. The sudden attack from an unknown party had created great chaos. The sounds of explosions and gunfire filled the air, causing panic among the people who were there. Fear-filled faces ran for cover, not knowing what exactly was going on. Some people shouted, "Is this a terrorist attack?" The atmosphere grew tense while others desperately asked, "Why aren't any police here?"Amidst the chaos, a young woman ran around frantically, tears in her eyes, her face pale with fear. "Help, help me! I don't want to die here!" she screamed, her voice drowned out by the growing commotion. She began to get hysterical, not knowing where to go. Suddenly, the sound of a bullet whizzed by her, just inches from her head. The bullet pierced through the air with terrifying speed, making her gasp in shock. In an instant, her body fell to the ground, collapsing instantly from the fear that surpassed her limits. The people who witnessed the incident gre
Marisa and Morel were startled as the car suddenly stopped, causing their bodies to nearly collide with the front seats. They exchanged worried glances, especially Marisa. Her face was shocked, her eyebrows raised, and her mouth slightly agape.Her eyes widened as if trying to confirm what she was seeing. She leaned back into her seat, gripping the armrests tightly, her body tense with anxiety.They turned toward Doris, who was still staring straight ahead, her face tight with tension. “Doris, what’s happening?” Morel asked, his voice tinged with concern.Doris exhaled before responding, “Someone is blocking our path, Master.”Marisa and Morel looked ahead. Right in front of their car, another black car was parked horizontally, blocking their way. A man in a black t-shirt and matching sunglasses sat behind the wheel; visible through the dark lenses, his gaze exuded intimidation. Something about his demeanor raised suspicions.Marisa's heart pounded in her chest. She clutched her cloth
The press conference began in a grand and spacious room with over a hundred gathered reporters. The event was broadcast live on all television stations and social media platforms, attracting the attention of millions across the region. They all knew that Today, Morel Spencer, the mysterious figure who had long been hidden behind the shadows of his family, would finally speak. The atmosphere was tense, and the lights from the cameras flashed, illuminating Morel.With confidence, he stood in front of the podium, gazing at the journalists with a firm look. The noise of clicking cameras gradually subsided as he began to speak. "Thank you to everyone who is here Today. Today, I want to reveal something very important—about who I am, and I am here to declare that I am the leader of the Spencer family."Morel took a deep breath, fully aware of the weight of his words. His declaration would soon make it known to the public that he was now the head of the Spencer family.He concluded his speec