Letta then watched as her husband's car gradually moved away, passing the tall gate that separated their house, with Freya waving her hand at her father's departing car. Letta then took Freya back into their large house before turning her gaze to Desi, who had just brought some toys from the garden. "Desi, please watch over Freya. I need to tidy up some of Marco's belongings in the room," Letta said, making Desi nod. As instructed by her mistress, Desi quickly stored all the toys and took Freya to play in front of the TV room. Meanwhile, Letta immediately closed the bedroom door. Marco's scent still lingered distinctly, filling Letta's senses. Letta then walked over to her vanity table, gazing at her reflection. After this past week of recovering her memories, Letta somehow had to create distance in order to leave the large house with Freya without being noticed by Marco or anyone else. This led Letta to glance at the business card in the drawer of her vanity table, where a series o
Letta began examining some clothes in a large suitcase, not only her own clothes but also Freya's. After nearly a few hours of choosing these clothes, three suitcases were in front of her, prompting Letta to look at Freya, who was still playing on her bed. "Mommy's done with work, we're going to send all of these,” Letta said, making Freya smile. Letta then called Desi to ask some guards to pull the suitcases out of her room. "Desi, can you ask some guards to take some suitcases from my room?” Letta asked, causing Desi to furrow her brow. "Suitcases?" Desi asked, and Letta nodded her head. "Yes, I just chose some of my and Freya's clothes that are no longer in use. So, instead of cluttering the dressing room, I chose them and intended to donate them to some orphanages and people in need,” Letta said, making Desi nod her head.A few minutes later, some guards carried the three suitcases, even the one Letta used was just a regular suitcase that could probably be disposed of by Marco
Letta fell silent, looking at Freya who had just finished dressing up. Freya, now 15 months old, seemed to be getting smarter. Every day, she could already say a few simple words, and it made Letta even happier to watch the little princess develop rapidly. However, the next moment, Letta's smile faded as she faced the reality they had to face in the future. Letta bowed her head, looking at her little princess who was now smiling sweetly at her. "I'm sorry, my dear. This is the best path we have to take. I don't want us to live with people who have deceived us. I also don't want us to live with a very dark past in this house. Maybe, when you grow up, you will say that it was your mother's selfishness, but for me, this is the best way to repay us. He also has to feel the enormity of the loss and the pain that I have been feeling all this time," Letta said as she reached out her hand, gently caressing Freya with affection. Letta then got up from her seat, looking at the large room she h
Marco didn't stay still, he immediately moved quickly to contact Pedro and instructed him to come with orders to other guards to immediately search for Letta's whereabouts, as well as Freya to check the last car Letta had been in. Eventually, Pedro came to face Marco, looking very disheveled with his work clothes clinging to his body, even though it was already late at night. "Forgive me, I still haven't been able to find the car driven by Madam," Pedro said, who had been directly instructed by Marco to move, but faced obstacles, making it slightly difficult for Pedro to trace the car previously recorded by CCTV at Marco's house. "Hand over all the guards we have, or if necessary, hire any detective to find Letta and Freya's whereabouts. I don't want to let them stay out there for too long. What if something bad happens to them, suddenly they're kidnapped, or suddenly they get lost out there,” Marco said, trying to think positively, although coldly, Marco could already guess that th
Two years later.Pedro extended his hand to open Marco's office door. Inside, his boss sat in his oversized chair, gazing out the large window. It seemed that over the past two years, Marco's boss had increasingly engaged in this activity, looking into the distance as if seeing a shattered future. No more laughter echoed, no more softness in a woman's voice that could touch his tender heart.Pedro felt concerned about Marco's current life. Marco was no longer the arrogant figure; he appeared like a lonely lion. For these two years, Marco seldom returned to their grand house. Most of his time was spent in the office, resembling a small home, where he tried to forget the sweet memories with his wife and daughter. Up to this point, Marco hadn't heard any news, no matter how small, about them.Pedro then sighed deeply."Sir," Pedro uttered, making Marco mumble without intending to turn and look in his direction."I've finally located them," Pedro said, making Marco immediately jerk. The n
Letta gazed at her young daughter, who was now running around the grapevines on both sides. "Freya, be careful while running, you might fall," Letta exclaimed as she saw her daughter chasing a butterfly that seemed to elude her, causing Letta to only tug at the corner of her lips. "I won't, Mom. Freya is strong," Freya replied in a slightly annoyed tone, making Letta shake her head. "If you keep running like that, you might trip over a stone," Letta said again, not hearing a response from Freya, who was once again focused on the butterfly, now perched on a leaf. Letta then looked towards the ripe grapes, but her movement stopped as Abian approached her. "It seems this harvest will be bountiful," Abian said, prompting Letta to nod. "Thanks to your help. If I hadn't learned from past mistakes, this harvest wouldn't be as plentiful," Letta said, making Abian smile."That's because I didn't want to see Mother Freya look sad during the harvest season,” Abian said with a smile. Letta t
Letta chose to end her debate with Abian, as she was too tired to think about everything related to Marco at the moment. Somehow, when she had to remember all the memories with Marco, there was something that felt suffocating in her heart. Letta fell silent as Abian left. Of course, Letta was very grateful for the help Abian had given her. Since leaving Marco, Abian had always been by her side, finding a place to live, helping with the business that now helped manage her vineyard, and staying in the same place, just to protect her and Freya. But for some reason, even though she and Abian had almost had a beautiful past, Letta still questioned why accepting him back felt so difficult. Letta questioned this to herself. Was Abian right in saying that she didn't dare to forget Marco in her life? Yet, with all her heart, Letta insisted that Marco was a problem that she needed to forget in her life. Eventually, Letta chose to let out a long breath. It was enough for today to think about t
Letta is currently accompanying Freya, who is being treated by a nurse. Freya winced slightly, gazing in her mother's direction. "Freya, the nurse is treating your wound right now. After this, you'll get better,” said Letta, who was now with her daughter ina small hospital in the small town. Freya, who could only cry softly, nodded her head after the nurse finished bandaging the wounds on her knees and elbows, causing Freya to look up at Letta. "What about Uncle earlier?" Freya asked with a whimper, causing Letta to fall silent for a moment, making Freya gaze at her mother. "Will Uncle die?" Freya asked again, making Letta smile and shake her head. "No, Uncle won't die. He's just injured and resting now,” said Letta, making Freya nod her head. "Uncle saved Freya, right?" Freya asked again, making Letta nod."That means Freya has to thank him. Can Freya meet Uncle?" Freya asked again, making Letta reach out, wiping the tears from her little daughter's cheeks. "You'll meet him af