Epilogue

Sounds of the crashing waves of the ocean. We were now in Hacienda Tacata, and it was still early. Before, I was waking up like this at the same time as now. Suddenly the warmest blanket covered my shoulder. "You're up early," my husband, dressed in white pajamas and a white tight V-neck shirt, said. I smiled at him. I immediately leaned on him; he hugged me tighter.

"I'm no longer sleepy; that's why I decided to go here."

"How did the talk with your grandfather?" upon opening that topic. The sudden, deep talk with my grandfather crossed my mind.

"I'm planning to put the company in the hands of Theo; are you okay with that?" unlike the Hillarcas, where the first grandchildren inherit everything. It was far different from the Tacata.

"You know I don't mind, Grandpa," was the truth. In the first place, they know I don't want to handle the company. It's not because I can't handle it, nor am I interested in it. I just know that I'm not the right person to handle the company we have.

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