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 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

Marco gazed at the small back that now seemed to turn back, wanting to leave him again, but Marco didn't want that to happen. This time, Marco would do anything to make Letta stay by his side. "I beg you, don't go. Don't leave me,” said Marco, still making Letta silent. "Let go," said Letta. It was only that word that was uttered for the first time after their separation for 2 years, making Marco more convinced that Letta really didn't want him in their lives. "The doctor said you're fine. You only have external injuries, and tomorrow I can be discharged from the hospital. You can contact your family or Pedro directly," Letta said without looking at Marco, making Marco finally release his grip. "Is your hatred for me so great that you don't want to look at me, don't want to ask if I'm okay, don't ask about my life while you all left me?" Marco said, making Letta fall silent and only clench her fists. "I'm going to go," Letta said, about to step forward. But once again, Marco spok

Pedro immediately went to one of the small hospitals in the small town, mostly surrounded by plantations, after Marco had called him earlier, saying that he needed something. Pedro didn't sit idly by and immediately prepared everything. Pedro hurried to a small room after asking one of the nurses where Marco was. Pedro stopped in his tracks when he saw Marco, who was silent, staring towards a small window that pierced the garden with the sunlight shining through. "Sir," Pedro said, making Marco not budge an inch. "I have brought everything you asked for, and earlier when I was about to finish all the business at the hospital, the hospital staff said everything was already taken care of,” Pedro said, finally making Marco turn to look at him. "That must have been Letta,” Marco said, making Pedro fall silent for a moment. "Does that mean you have met the Lady?" Pedro asked, making Marco nod. Marco then walked towards the side of the bed, then reached out his hand and took a worn

As promised earlier, Freya really woke up very early. She even ran in her pajamas into Letta's room, who was still wrapped in a thick blanket. The weather today was noticeably colder than before, making it difficult for Letta to get out of bed. "Mom, wake up, it's already morning. Aren't we going to the city?" Freya said as she climbed onto the bed and shook Letta's body, still curled up in the thick blanket. "It's still too early, dear. We can leave ina few hours. So, can you let me sleep a little longer?” Letta said, causing Freya to shake her head. "No, Mom, we will need time to get ready. I don't want Uncle to wait too long. He'll definitely be cold out there after waiting for an hour," Freya said, finally making Letta open her eyes wide. "What?" Letta asked to make sure. “Uncle has been on our porch for about an hour. I heard his car when he arrived. After waking up, I thought it was just the wine truck, but it turned out that after waiting for an hour, I saw someone standi