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Before Veronica passed away, luckily, she had managed to see her second son, Vean, get married. She was the only remedy for the pain of witnessing Vanya's behavior, breaking the rules of life that God had set.

At that time...

At an altitude of 38,000 feet, Vean gazed at the diamond ring on his right hand. The object that had been the reason for his continuous smile. He couldn't wait to put that beautiful ring on the finger of the woman who had brought him back to Indonesia.

"Sleep, Vean. There's still an hour before the plane lands. You're allowed to be happy about returning home, but you must remember to take care of your health," his manager advised, successfully diverting Vean's attention. Unlike Vean, who seemed so enthusiastic, his manager's face looked sour.

"Relax, I'm perfectly fine," Vean replied with a thin smile, responding to his manager's somewhat curt words. It seemed that despite his willingness to accompany him, the man who had been by his side for the past few years a