Letta sat silently as Arabella looked at her with raised eyebrows. "It seems like the outcome wasn't good,” Arabella said, drawing Letta's attention, who was now gazing in her direction. "Why does your demeanor not match what you were hoping for in the introduction?" Arabella asked again, making sure, causing Letta to shake her head. "No, everything went smoothly,” Letta replied, making Arabella look at her with a puzzled expression. "Then what's with that expression?" Arabella asked again. Since Abian’s departure, Letta had been silent. She seemed to be contemplating something complex that was currently on her mind. Although Arabella knew it wasn't easy to accept someone's past story without remembering it at all, and surely Letta was currently thinking about it. "Turns out, everything is complicated,” Letta said again, making Arabella nod. "Yes, I suspected as much, it's not easy to remember your past just like that," Arabella replied, making Letta nod."So, what's the answer?
Pedro slowly reached out his hand, then knocked on Marco's office door, making Marco stare at him momentarily when Pedro was now in front of him. "How did you watch over her?" Marco asked, making Pedro nod his head. "For their first meeting, Mrs. Letta was indeed at Mrs. Arabella's boutique. She didn't leave for hours before Miss Arabella finally took Mrs. to the dessert shop, before the Lord instructed the driver to pick them up,” Pedro said, causing Marco to nod his head again. "Where are they going now?" Marco asked again. Because after a few days of meeting, Letta asked for permission to meet with Arabella again, making Marco, of course, feel suspicious of his wife. Although from the beginning Marco was a little skeptical of Arabella, this time for some reason Marco felt that there was something being hidden by both of them. “Madam did meet with Miss Arabella, but their current destination is the hospital," Pedro said, making Marco's hand movement stop."Why are they going to
Letta then let out a long sigh as she ended the call with her husband, causing Arabella to look at her with raised eyebrows. "Why? Is he suspicious?” Arabella asked, making Letta shake her head. "I don't know, you know, that Marco's instincts are sometimes stronger than most people. Even though IJ explained that I came here to accompany you, he still won't stay quiet," Letta said, making Arabella look around. "Don't worry, I've instructed the guards to monitor the movements of anyone suspicious. Marco definitely won't stay quiet. He'll surely have someone watching us. Fortunately, you were honest when you said we were at the hospital. Otherwise, he would have been very suspicious,” Arabella said, making Letta nod her head. Their conversation stopped when a nurse approached them.‘I'm sorry, the characteristics you mentioned weren't very specific. So we're having a little trouble finding a patient like that, but to make sure with the symptoms you just mentioned, you can see them dir
Letta and Arabella were currently in the hospital garden, looking at a woman sitting in a wheelchair. The woman seemed to be just staring ahead with a vacant look. Then, Letta turned to the nurse. "Is her condition worsening?" Letta asked again, making the nurse nod her head. "Yes, since the incident, she has even had seizures several times. She also sometimes gets hysterical,” the nurse said, making Letta go silent. It indicated that her presence before the woman had a significant impact, making Letta more convinced that the woman knew her. "Does she still have any family?" Letta asked again, making the nurse pause for a moment. "Actually, I also had a little trouble with my memory, so I want to make sure whether I know that person or not. I'm also one of the patients here. You know, Doctor Travis, he's the one who treated me,” Letta said to reassure the nurse, finally making her nod."Yes, there is a family that sometimes visits her. However, they don't visit too often,only eve
Marco had just stepped out of his parked car right in front of Arabella's private boutique. He was immediately greeted by two attendants who opened the door for him, prompting Marco to enter straight away. However, his steps halted upon seeing Arabella sitting alone at a round table with tea and some sweet snacks in front of her. Across from Arabella, there was also a cup of tea that Marco knew was Letta's. Marco eventually continued walking. Arabella appeared calm as she sipped the tea in front of her when Marco stood beside her. “Where is my wife?" Marco asked, causing Arabella to pause in placing her cup down elegantly before finally looking at her former fiancé. "You're quite rude to come in and immediately confront me with your question. At least sit down first. Look, there are plenty of snacks left, and I can't finish them all by myself," Arabella said, making Marco furrow his brow. "Does that mean Letta isn't here?” Marco asked, as if his wife were present, he wouldn't let
Letta immediately ran to her room upon returning from Arabella's boutique. She took off all her clothes and stepped into the shower, dousing her entire body with cold water to alleviate the trembling sensation. Letta closed her eyes, hoping to find calm within herself. But that wasn't what Letta found. As all her past memories were now vividly etched in her mind, her encounter with Merry truly drew her back to the Past. All the faces she had once forgotten slowly resurfaced in her memory: her aunt, Miti, Mia, Abian, Merry, and Sean. The people she had previously forgotten were now vividly visible. She recalled their beaming smiles. Yet, it wasn't just that which made Letta feel her entire body shudder. It was how her initial encounter with a certain Marco, who had since been shaping her life, surfaced in her mind. Letta clenched her fists tightly. The man she had considered her protector, the one who had provided her with warm embraces, turned out to be the mastermind behind all the
Letta then immediately opened her eyes wide. If in the previous nights Letta was disturbed by the nightmares of her past that haunted her, about her lost memories now being different, now it seemed like a flashback with all that she had forgotten, and she remembered it again. Now it was the mistreatment of Marco that had tormented her, which now made Letta unable to sleep soundly. But it didn't affect Letta in any way. Letta didn't feel tremors or fear. For some reason, perhaps because she was too numb to all the pain Marco had inflicted on her. Eventually, Letta turned to her side, where Marco was holding her tightly, his warm breath on her neck made Letta loosen Marco's embrace slightly, looking at how her husband was sleeping peacefully. Letta then reached out to touch the side of her husband's face. But it stopped. For some reason, Letta felt like killing the man next to her. However, it all seemed to dissipate on its own when the love Letta felt for Marco made her curse herself.
Marco furrowed his brow as the morning sunlight began to disturb his sleep. Slowly, he opened his eyes and reached out to the side of the bed where his wife Letta usually lay. However, this time Marco didn't feel Letta's presence beside him. This prompted Marco to focus, only to find himself alone in the large bed. Trying to sit up, he gazed at the expansive room he occupied. Even Freya was no longer in her crib. Marco glanced at the clock, which read 7:00 AM, realizing Letta hadn't woken him up at all. He stretched his body, trying to relax the muscles clinging to his perfect frame before eventually getting out of bed. Heading towards the window, Marco heard voices from the garden next to their house. He spotted his wife and their little daughter playing ball in the vast garden, accompanied by a few servants not far from them. Marco then grabbed the phone from the nightstand and captured the scene from afar, capturing the beautiful smiles of his wife and little Freya before quickly