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
Marisa smiled a little. For her, as long as Morel accepted Doris' existence, that was more than enough. "He's coming to give me some files. I have some work to do," Marisa continued, hoping to provoke at least a slight response from the man. However, there was no change in Morel's face or demeanor.Cautiously, Marisa tried another approach. "Maybe Mr Doris misses you too much..." her voice softened, almost like a hope directed at herself. She hoped that Doris' name would make Morel respond or lift his face. But instead, after finishing the food on his plate, Morel stood up without saying a word.Marisa stared at him as he rose from the chair. There was no anger on her face, just patience that slowly built up from her time with Morel.Marisa took a long breath as she watched Morel's back move away. "He's still hiding her feelings," she muttered, disappointed but still full of patience. A few hours later, a knock on the door roused her from her reverie. Doris finally arrived at the tiny
Early in the morning, when Morel came out of his room, he was surprised to see Doris still in his house. Doris was all dressed up, wearing an elegant blazer, and looking ready to go. His hair was neatly styled, and his face showed an unusual seriousness as if there was a heavy burden that he had to deal with immediately. Seeing Morel looking confused, Doris immediately greeted politely, "Good morning, Master Morel. I'm sorry if I'm interrupting, but I'd like to return to the city due to a problem with one of the Spencer family businesses." Morel simply remained silent, trying not to care about Doris' words, even though his heart felt uncomfortable. He stared blankly at the window, looking at the sunlight shining into the courtyard of the tiny house, making the atmosphere warm yet contrasting with his cold, alienated feeling. In his mind, dark memories from the past came back to haunt him, taking him back to the times when his life felt perfect but was shattered in an instant.He fee
Morel shut himself in his room for two whole days since Doris left. There was no sound behind the room's thin wooden door, only the silence surrounding the tiny house. He let the outside world spin without him, choosing to drown in his own thoughts. Loneliness, guilt, and his dark past continued to haunt every second he spent alone.Suddenly, there was a loud noise from the door. The door to his room was violently kicked in, the thin wood rattling so hard that it almost broke. Marisa appeared, standing in the doorway with quick, determined breaths. The surprise arrival made Morel flinch, his face instantly filled with anger and confusion."What are you doing, Marisa?! Why are you breaking down my bedroom door?" Morel shouted angrily. His gaze sharp, his breathing ragged, it was clear that he was upset at Marisa's impulsive actions.However, Marisa did not back down. She didn't even care about Morel's anger at the moment. Instead, she took out her cell phone and quickly played a video,
Marisa stared at Morel with an emotion she could no longer contain. She had watched him sit and drown for far too long, and his frustration finally overflowed from within him."That's enough! Stop your cowardly behavior!" Marisa exclaimed in a firm voice, almost shaking with emotion. You're the best one to fix all these problems. You can't let what you've done so far go to waste."The words hung in the air momentarily, and Marisa could see something change in Morel's face. For too long, he had harbored disappointment and despair, but Marisa's words stirred something inside him.Marisa remembered how extraordinary Morel was a few months ago before he became fragile. Morel is used to identify leaks and problems within each branch of the business. He was quick to weed out those who were trying to damage the Spencer family from within. Marisa often noticed Morel talking to shareholders and making strategic decisions that appeased them and restored their trust.In a short period, Marisa wi
Morel, Marisa, and Doris sat together in a spacious and quiet room around a wooden table. The light from the large window beside them casts a soft glow that illuminates the room, but the atmosphere remains tense. Doris sat at the end of the table with several bandages wrapped around his head, a sign of the injuries he had sustained during the chaos at the Spencer household. Although his condition had not fully recovered, his gaze remained sharp, filled with unwavering dedication.Morel, already neatly dressed in a black suit that displayed his authority, sat upright in his chair. His cold aura now filled with a distinct calmness, he looked like a leader ready to take back control. Although the emotional upheaval lingered deep down, Morel had already decided it was time to act.Marisa, sitting next to Morel, looked at the two people seriously. She felt this was an essential moment for Morel, and she had to support whatever steps he would take. From the beginning, she had always believe
Morel remained standing on the veranda, the vast landscape spread out before him—the magnificent buildings of the city of Spencer that now felt empty to him. The afternoon breeze blew lightly, sweeping his hair, which fell messily across his forehead. His gaze was still blank, full of doubt as if he was searching for answers on the distant horizon. There was no other sound but the wind and the small steps of Marisa, who had just arrived and stopped beside his.Marisa stood still for a moment, watching Morel from the side. His face was calm, but his eyes conveyed the burden he carried. Marisa knew that Morel was harbouring something that he didn't share with anyone- a heavy sense of responsibility. He had rarely spoken for the past few days, increasingly lost in his thoughts. After a few moments of silence, Marisa felt the need to open up the conversation, unable to let Morel continue to harbour his feelings."You're still thinking things over, aren't you?" Marisa asked softly, her voi