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
Still feeling shaken by Marisa's sudden presence, Morel immediately tried to close the door in front of him. "I don't want to see anyone right now, including you," he said coldly, his hand pushing the door slowly shut.Marisa, however, swiftly held the door shut with her hand. "Wait, Morel," she said, her voice soft yet firm. "I came to talk to you."Morel stared at Marisa momentarily, his eyes filled with fatigue and frustration. "Nothing you can say will change anything. I've already decided." Her voice was full of veiled pain, but Marisa didn't back down.With a deep breath, Marisa ventured to step closer, even though Morel held the door tightly. "I know you're feeling overwhelmed. I know it's hard. But running away from everyone, isolating yourself like this, that's not the answer, Morel."Morel snorted softly, his cold expression unchanged. "And you think you know what I'm going through? Do you think you can understand this burden? The burden I've carried since childhood?" she as
Marisa smiled faintly, feeling hope beginning to rise in her heart. Although Morel had initially tried to drive her away coldly and rudely, he no longer seemed to be pushing her away. To Marisa, this was a small signal that there was still a part of Morel that was approachable, albeit hidden beneath the layers of disappointment and anger that consumed her at the moment."Morel, I know you're struggling with all of this," Marisa said softly, coming a little closer with care so as not to trigger Morel's anger again. But you're not alone. I'm here, and I'll always be there for you." Her voice was soft and full of sincerity, reflecting her desire to help Morel even though she knew how difficult this situation was.She watched Morel's every move, every little change in her face, hoping to find an opening to reach out to her wounded heart. "You may feel trapped, but remember, there are people who care about you- I'm one of them," Marisa continued, her heart trembling with hope. She underst
Marisa saw that and drew closer, trying to offer reassurance. "You don't have to make this decision alone. I'm here with you and Doris. We can plan our next steps.""So much has happened," Morel complained, rubbing his face in frustration. "How can I return to all this after everything I've been through?""You don't have to do it alone," Marisa emphasized. "Remember, everyone out there is still counting on you. They need your leadership, and I'm sure there's a way to deal with all this without sacrificing yourself."Morel stared at Marisa blankly, his voice hoarse as he said, "I always have nightmares, Marisa. Every night. Those dreams keep haunting me. I'm afraid... I'm afraid that the evil inside me, something I once kept deep inside, will rise up and destroy everything. I'm even afraid for myself."Marisa shook her head softly, looking at her sympathetically. "You're wrong, Morel. You're not like that. Even after everything you've been through, you choose to be alone rather than hu