As soon as Gabriella saw Max, a smile immediately greeted. Although her face was still pale, the woman stretched out her arms excitedly."How busy are you? I've been waiting for a long time,” Gabriella as she was impatient for her husband to embrace.While maintaining the slight curve of his lips, Max hugged his wife and rubbed her back very gently. "Forgive me. I have to finish the hospital administration and give information to the police.""Has there been any progress?" the woman asked as their eyes met."Not yet," Max said, shaking his head. He felt very guilty because he had to lie to his wife.A second later, the man took a quick breath. The direction of the conversation must be diverted immediately. "How is your condition? Has it gotten better?” he asked while tucking a strand of hair that dangled, behind Gabriella's ear.Without thinking, the woman nodded. "Yes. Snowy and Smiley takes good care of me. The nurses here are

Witnessing the silence of his wife, Max's heart was getting worse. Gently, he pulled Gabriella into a hug."This isn't your fault, so don't punish yourself. Understand?" the man whispered as he was terrified of the possibility of losing his wife too.Strangely, a few seconds passed, Gabriella didn't answer at all. The woman's gaze was still on the horizon. Her teary eyes refused to shed any sorrow. Every now and then, she sighed. However, still no sound was heard. Her response raised a big question mark for the man."Gabby?" Max called while stroking the head that was leaning against him. Again, only his own sobs could be heard.While fighting the tightness in his chest, the man checked the woman's expression. As soon as he saw the pale face that was so flat, his brows furrowed deeper. "Gabby? Are you okay?"Slowly, the woman's gaze shifted towards the man. When they found each other, Gabriella finally moved her lips."So, we've lost the Lit

Gabriella lay with sad eyes fixed on the setting sun. Her breath was as calm as the ocean. No more rumbling choking the throat. The pressure that was pressing against her chest, had dissipated with the cry.“Are you sure our Little Prince will return soon?” she murmured while continuing to hear her husband's heartbeat."Yes, of course. We don't really let him go. He'll be back for sure,” Max said, stroking Gabriella's hair.“What if the returnee is a different soul? We can't apologize to the wrong prince, Max," the woman said before furrowing her brows and taking a deep breath.Sensing the change in his wife's lung rhythm, Max raised an eyebrow. "Would you like to perform a ritual so that our Little Prince doesn't get lost when he returns?"Slowly, Gabriella lifted her head until her eyes met the husband's. "What ritual?"Cautiously, Max helped the woman up from his body. After Gabriella managed to sit down, he raised

Once the bedroom door closed tightly, Max finally let go of his wife's hand. After a glance, he had trouble catching his breath. The tightness in the chest had become a thorn in his heart. "Max, are you okay?" Gabriella asked doubtfully. Her hand was back and forth to touch his husband's arm. After wetting his parched throat and looking up to hold back the tears, the man took a quick breath. "It hurts so bad, Gaby," he said while beating his chest, hoping that his lungs would return to normal. Unfortunately, the air around him grew heavier, forcing the sadness to spill from the eyelids. “We've been away from them, but why are they asking us to come back with such an unreasonable reason? Why don't they let us live in peace?” “Max,” Gabriella sighed with tears in her eyes. The woman could feel her husband's pain. The man had struggled to mend a broken heart. But, the cracks were starting to widen. Not wanting her husband to be down again, Gabrie

“I am the real bastard, Max. Not you," Julian said before swallowing hard. "For fear of being dumped, I made up a story that made Papa believe that you weren't his son." After giving the confession, the man sobbed louder. His narrowed throat started to burn. "I'm sorry, Max. I didn't expect my lies to go this far.” In the midst of his brother's tears, Max laughed blandly. With teary eyes, he looked away. "You idiot," he mumbled, successfully stopping Julian's blinking. "Why are you laughing? I'm not lying, Max. You are Herbert's biological son. You're part of the real Evans family," the older brother said hoarsely. "I already know." Hearing the statement, Julian's tears suddenly stopped. After a few breaths, sending oxygen to clear his head, he shook his head for an explanation. "What do you mean?" Suddenly, Max looked up, holding back tears from crossing the line. After taking a deep breath, he looked back at his brother.