With some effort, Olivia pressed the code next to the door and proceeded towards the elevator. Olivia didn't particularly like being in small, enclosed spaces. People referred to it as claustrophobia. Fortunately, Olivia's claustrophobia wasn't too severe. As long as she didn't spend too much time in the elevator, she believed she would be fine. She couldn't imagine having severe claustrophobia, as it would mean having to climb the emergency stairs all thirty floors every time she visited the place.Olivia stepped out of the elevator, walked towards the door on the right, and entered the opening code. And there it was—a penthouse dominated by glass walls, offering breathtaking views of the city.Olivia had been going back and forth to the penthouse for two years. But every time she entered, she felt amazed. Looking out the window, it was like observing a beautiful metropolis painting.She placed her bag on the bar table, walked towards the island set, and started organizing the items

Olivia continued her work, leaving her guest to eat alone. As she lifted her cloth to wipe off dirt, her eyes widened in shock. A memory flashed into her mind. She turned back towards the dining table to make sure what she had seen was real. Earlier, she noticed a resemblance between the guest and her other employer. However, at that time, Olivia dismissed it, thinking they might be from the same country, and that's why their facial features looked similar. But now, after giving it some thought, what Olivia initially considered common was not ordinary at all. It was familiar. His face, although not identical to the photos in the Antony-Claire family's residence, was strikingly similar. The man currently having breakfast looked quite messy. His long hair was haphazardly tied at the back of his head, with strands almost covering two-thirds of his face. This appearance was vastly different from the person Olivia often saw in the family photos, the ones she had no idea when they were t

Olivia stepped out of the taxi right in front of the Antony-Claire family residence. She greeted the security guard who opened the door for her and walked through the side area of the main house towards her own living quarters. Just before she could open the door, she heard one of the house assistants calling her."Granny asked me to call you into the main house when you got back," said the woman in her forties who had been working in the Quirino family for quite some time."Why? What's going on?" Olivia asked, feeling anxious.The woman shook her head. "Granny has been asking repeatedly whether you've returned or not," she replied. Without waiting for further explanation, Olivia walked towards the main house through the kitchen.Olivia searched for the middle-aged woman who was said to be looking for her. But before she could find the lady of the house, she was instead greeted with a hug from a small hand that she recognized instantly.She turned around and saw Gianna grinning at her

"We already know that Ignazio has returned," Geremia said when Olivia informed him of the information. Olivia stared at her brother-in-law in surprise, unable to speak."We have many people assigned to monitor him all this time, Olivia," Olivia turned to Luca, who happened to be visiting her brother-in-law's residence. She glanced back at Geremia and saw him nodding."We never let him out of our sight," Geremia replied. "We allowed him to leave, but that doesn't mean we let go of him just like that. Ignazio's situation is different. He didn't leave for a vacation. He left with a deep emotional wound. We don't know what demons might have whispered to him."It's possible he resigned himself to his fate and chose to end his life," Geremia said casually."We gave him time to think and heal his feelings. But we never stopped monitoring him," Luca added. "We know where he is, what he's doing, and everything he's up to, until the moment he booked his ticket to return to America, we received

The next morning, Olivia approached Mrs. Claire just before breakfast, her heart pounding in her chest. Facing the middle-aged woman, Olivia seemed to convey her thoughts through her gestures alone. Mrs. Claire smiled, understanding, and spoke gently, "Have you made a decision?" she inquired.With confidence in her expression, Olivia nodded. "Yes, Granny. But...""But?" Mrs. Claire prompted, never taking her eyes off Olivia."But I can't promise that I can bring them closer together anytime soon," Olivia replied. Granny Claire responded with a smile. Her hand reached out and gently held Olivia's. "Thank you, Olivia. I truly appreciate it," she said with a sincere smile."If I don't succeed, will Granny be upset?" Olivia asked without hesitation. Granny Claire chuckled and shook her head. "I'm asking for your help, but my hopes are entirely entrusted to God. Because He is the One who turns hearts. What's important is that I've made the effort. Whether Ignazio's heart moves or not, we l