“Is my guess right? All of this is my father's doing?" Max asked, still staring at the secretary's back.
After a moment of silence, Sebastian finally turned to look at the CEO. “Why are you accusing your own father? Have you lost your mind?” he asked stiffly.
Unexpectedly, Max's lips began to curl. After exhaling quickly, he grimaced while shaking his head. "I didn't think it was really my father. What should I do to fight him? I don't want to be a rebellious son," he muttered with a dreamy look.
Knowing that Max had found the truth, Sebastian's throat felt dry. He was assigned to increase the pressure in the CEO's head, but instead he was pressed and at a loss for words.
"I really don't understand, what I do wrong that you secretly stab me. Why am I given the trust if it ends up being dropped like this? Did my father tell you his motives?”
Sebastian's lips trembled silently. His brain never finished processing a safe answer to say.
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"Gabby? Gabriella?" Max shouted unconcerned if his vocal cords were pinched. Unfortunately, no matter how loud he called, his wife still didn't answer.Swallowing hard, Max clutched his head which felt like it was about to burst."There's no way she's running away again. No," he shook his head trying to deny it. “Gaby has promised to celebrate her birthday together. There's no way she could leave."After a brief contemplation, the man's eyebrows rose to the maximum. Without wasting any time, he ran towards the guard post."Where's my wife?" Max asked, no longer thinking about politeness. Two pale-faced guards automatically stood facing him.“Eng… that….”"Where?" The CEO's insistence made the guards gasp."Something has happened.""Tell the truth quickly!" Max rebuked. He had never been so angry before.With shaking eyes, a guard began to deliver a report.“This morning, while
Max's breath caught for a moment. The statement of the old man had deepened the furrow of his brows. "What do you mean, Dad?"Casually, Herbert sat down on the sofa and placed a stack of documents on the table. Instead of giving an answer, the old man opened the topmost sheet of paper.“As it turns out, today is her birthday. Oh, I'm so sorry," he muttered, successfully stealing the youngest son's attention.“His father is Tomy and his mother is Brenda. Tsk, I still wonder why they don't have last names.""Why do you have documents about my wife, Dad?" Max interrupted with clenched fists. Suspicion had returned to the surface.With slightly raised eyebrows, Herbert met the CEO's gaze. "Your wife? Do you still consider the woman who left you as a wife? Truly extraordinary.""What did you say? Gabriella never left me,” Max said without lowering his voice.A second later, the old man laughed blandly. "You're too confide
Getting a testing question, Max suddenly straightened face. His throbbing jaws became clearer, as did the angry look in his eyes. "Did you have this bad attitude back then?" he asked slowly and emphatically. Hearing those unexpected words, Herbert's eyes widened slightly. "What are you talking about?" A petty snort spontaneously escaped the CEO's mouth. "If you already had such a selfish and cunning mind in the past, it's no wonder that Mama cheated on you." In just seconds, the old man was standing with hands clenched tightly. “Watch your mouth! Why do you justify the despicable act of that sly woman?” Once again, the corner of Max's lips twitched sadly. "Then, can this despicable act of yours be justified?" A second later, the CEO stepped forward and straightened the crumpled sheet of photos. "Didn't you say that I was smart?" After asking, the man showed a photo of his wife receiving two pieces of paper from Herbert.
With eyes spinning and ears ringing, Max tried to grab Snowy. Having managed to get the white teddy bear, he got out of the car filled with deflated balloons.“Are you all right, Sir?” someone asked in a pinched voice.Unexpectedly, Max ignored like he didn't listen. The man continued to stagger while chanting his wife's name. No visible blood. However, everyone was worried by his pale face."Sir? How about we go to the hospital?”Max turned to the woman who was standing not far from him. Instead of answering, he whispered, "Gabriella?"Two seconds later, the man fell on the asphalt. Hysterical shrieks immediately rang out from the people surrounding him.“Call an ambulance!”"Is there a doctor around here?""How about we just take him to the nearest hospital?"Max had no idea about the panic around him. He had fallen asleep with Gabriella's image as his last vision.***
Just as Minnie and her family arrived in front of Max's room, a man in the white coat came out. Without having time to introduce herself, the old woman stopped him."Doctor, how is Mr. Max?" Minnie asked with wet eyes and deep brow furrows."Are you the patient's family?" the man asked, looking doubtful.Quickly, the butler shook her head. “We have already contacted his father and brother. In a moment, they will arrive.”Unexpectedly, the doctor tilted his head. "My apology, Madam. We are not allowed to tell the patient's condition other than to the closest people or guardians."“But we are very close to him, Doc. I've been taking care of him since he was little," Minnie explained while hitting her own chest."You can tell them the condition of my brother, Doc," Julian interrupted in a sudden. All eyes spontaneously turned to him.After nodding, the doctor began to explain. “The patient arrived unconscious. No
“I don't mind if you marry me out of disappointment with Max's refusal. I also don't mind if your goal is just to make Max regret. But, if it's because of someone else's order ..." Julian said before shaking his head, "I can't accept it." For the first time, Amber dared not argue with Julian. She didn't really love him, nor did she care. However, realizing that her words had broken the sincere man's heart, guilt finally rose within. After a moment of silence, Julian's gaze turned to his father. "If your goal is to make your son feel the excruciating pain of betrayal, I think you have succeeded." Herbert blinked flatly as his beloved son burst into tears. With a quick thought, he made up a defense. “It's not what you think. Amber accepts you not on my order. She just uses your relationship to carry out my plan." Julian laughed blandly. While looking down, he dropped more sadness. "I was already suspicious when you asked me to come back and Amber accept
"Max?" Gabriella sighed with vision starting to blur from tears. Her hand, which was no longer holding the phone, was shaking violently, just like the air in lungs burned with worry. Seeing the woman's strange behavior, the girl who was milking the cow stopped and got up from her small chair. "What's the matter, Madam? Is it really from the service office?” Rose asked, raising her eyebrows. “Did I fail to be accepted?” After a while, the sobs finally released along with the tears. Gripping the girl's arm, Gabriella tried to keep breathing. “Max .... Take me there. Please ..." the woman pleaded as she could no longer form words properly. Her brain had been paralyzed by the fear of losing. Hearing the unexpected request, Rose suddenly furrowed her brows. "What's the matter, Madam? Why did you suddenly change your mind?” “Please take me there!” Gabriella shrieked before spilling out more grief. "Where, Madam?" "I don't kno
"I'm sorry, Max. I'm sorry," Gabriella whispered even though she was choking. Her closed eyes had changed the meaning of crying as her empty heart had been filled with warmth of her husband. Stroking his wife's hair, Max took a deep breath. The heavy air no longer weighed on his lungs. He never knew that a hug could free him from suffering. "I miss you so much, Gaby. Don't ever disappear from me again." After a few moments, the couple looked at each other. Once again, the man dried Gabriella's face. "Stop crying," he asked. "I'm sorry, Max. I thought, it would be easier for you to move on. I thought you could save your job and live a carefree life without me. I didn't know that it can turn out like this," the woman said between short breaths. “Promise me, never repeat such a stupid thing again. Understand?" Gabriella nodded quickly. "I promise to always be by your side. I won't run away again." The corners of Max's lips
"Whoa!" Cayden sighed as his father placed him on the back of a pony. With round eyes, he surveyed his height from the ground. Even though it was not much, the toddler in the cowboy hat still showed a happy smile. “How is it, Little Evans? Are you happy?” the woman who held the horse's rein asked. Not daring to move much, Cayden nodded at a limited angle. "Yes, Greta. I am happy. It's thrilling!” he answered enthusiastically. “Thrilling?” Gabriella muttered, furrowing an eyebrow. While continuing to rock her niece, the woman expressed astonishment. “Where did you learn that word, Little Prince?” "Daddy often mentions it," the toddler replied, successfully making his father wince. "Daddy said that the nights spent with Mom were always thrilling." As Gabriella glared at her husband, Greta burst out laughing. "Gosh, Max. I think you should be more careful now. Your genius son can absorb all the words you speak.” "Right. I'll be more caref
"If you kept avoiding me, I would really quit the company," Julian said, successfully freezing Mr. Hunt's steps. The old man was then blinking, digesting the words he thought he heard wrong. “Actually, my position as a CEO is being threatened for some reasons. I tried to keep it a secret from all of you. I didn't even let Mia know. But as it turned out, it wasn't easy at all. My mind became adrift. And because the burden was too heavy, my emotions finally exploded. I'm so sorry it had to happen in front of you." Hearing the tone that seemed honest, Mr. Hunt slowly turned his focus. Two seconds later, he saw the tears slide from the grandson's eyes. "I've tried to be strong and tough, Grandpa. I thought I could solve all problems. But it turns out, I haven’t found any solution yet. That's why I was angry when I failed to find Grace and you at the cemetery. It got me think that I am a useless man," Julian explained with the gloomy eyes landed on the grass.
“Tsk, why does Grandpa run away like this? It just makes me feel even guiltier,” Julian grumbled between gasping breaths. Holding on to Mr. Hunt's message, he walked down the tree-lined path. “What should I do if Grandpa isn't there? Where should I look for him?” the man thought as he couldn't erase the wrinkles from his face. The burden in his heart was too heavy to ignore. After a few moments of struggling with the noise in his brain, Julian finally shook his head and blinked strongly. "No, no. Grandpa must be there. I'll take him home and things will automatically return to the way they were before," the man nodded, fostering hope. Ignoring the anxiety that kept swirling in his mind, he went faster. Unfortunately, as soon as Julian passed the cemetery gates, his steps were frozen. His jaw was dropping while his eyelids were lifted to the maximum. What he had hoped for quickly turned into disappointment. "No way! This is impossible!” he curs
"Dad," Cayden called quietly. A second later, the toddler handed Max a piece of bread that had been cleaned of jam. "I'm already full," he continued with a meaningful smile.Understanding the son's intentions, Max spontaneously raised an eyebrow. "Do you want me to finish your bread again?"While showing two rows of tiny teeth, Cayden nodded. After a faint exhalation, the father began to vibrate the air with laughter."Gaby, look at what Little Prince did! I can get fat if he keeps handing me food,” the man said while showing the second bread he received from his son.“Just eat it, Max. You need more energy to help the Little Prince take care of Hasty,” the woman who was cleaning the dishes with a sponge replied.Hearing his mother's response, Cayden's eyes immediately widened. His energy had just risen to the peak. “I've finished breakfast, Mom. Can I go to the stable now?”"Yes, but you have to wash your face
Suddenly, Julian dropped his face into his hands. After exhaling heavily, he lifted his head again and put on an indescribable expression."I didn't mean to scare anyone, Mia. I just don't want Grandpa’s mistake to happen again," the man said with frown on his face."Yes, I know," Mia replied with the same thin voice. “But you can do it without hurting Grandpa's feelings, Julian. This matter can be discussed amicably.”While gritting his teeth, Julian shook his head. Confusion had returned to cover his eyes. “What should I do now? I already made Grandpa sad.""Apologize?" Mia answered with a grimace."Is that enough?" the man asked doubtfully. He began to realize that his anger had indeed crossed the line.Pondering, the woman nodded. “As long as it's sincere, Grandpa will definitely forgive you. And I think, you should also explain to Cayden that what you did was wrong. Don't let your nephew imitate something t
“Greta, have you prepared delicious toast for us?” Cayden asked as the hostess opened the door wider to welcome him. Seeing her father was still able to walk, the woman with high arch of the brows spontaneously sighed in relief. After shaking her head for a moment, she turned her gaze to the toddler who was still holding Mr. Hunt's hand and waiting for her response. "Of course I have. There is also strawberry jam for you. Are you hungry?” Greta asked while faking a smile. “Not me, but Grandpa. I heard the sound of his breathing all the way. Grandpa is very tired! He should eat a lot of bread," Cayden said with his trademark expression—round eyes and pursed lips. While stroking her son's head, Gabriella bent her knees. After leveling their eyes, the woman tilted her head. "You know where Greta put the plate of bread, don't you?" No more than two seconds, the toddler nodded. "Yes. On the dining table," he answered with a big smile. "That
"Sorry, Julian. I took Grace to see your grandmother for a while. Now, I intend to take her home. We're not wandering around or straying like you said," Mister Hunt explained with an indescribable expression. Even so, his hoarse voice was able to touch the hearts of the listeners, apart from his grandson. "But the way home is over there, Grandpa!" Julian snapped, still with eyebrows raised to the max. The young man didn't feel sorry at all for the hunched back that was getting weighed down by guilt. "I really can’t understand what’s on your mind. Don't you realize that your recklessness can lead to trouble? Didn't we agree to go together? Why did you secretly take Grace away?” he continued, thickening the wrinkles on his grandfather's forehead. Sensing her father's anger, Little Princess began to furrow her brows. The baby had never heard such a loud voice. When her eyes fell on Mr. Hunt's gloomy face, she spontaneously pouted. A second later, her heavy cry b
Arriving at the cemetery, Julian was taken aback. What he saw was completely beyond expectation. There were no old man and baby among the tombstones. The grandfather and Grace left absolutely no trace. "This is impossible," Julian muttered as he quickened his pace. Neglecting his initial attempt to remain calm, the man sped toward the direction Greta had given. After searching for a while, he finally found the grandmother's name on one of the stones. “Right, this is the place. They should be here," Julian sighed, sounding desperate. With deep furrows, he circled around, trying to find any trace of either his daughter or Grandpa Hunt. Unfortunately, as far as the eye could see, the two remained off the radar. Confusion instantly grew bigger in Julian’s mind. "Tsk, how could it be like this?" he grumbled while clutching his head. Knowing that irritation, Mia gently touched her husband's arm. She knew that the man had failed to control hi
Carefully, Mr. Hunt wiped his great-granddaughter's cheek. Grace's red eyes no longer shed sadness. However, the old man still felt guilty for making the baby cry. "I'm sorry, Grace. I should have walked more calmly so you wouldn't wake up," he whispered in between his ragged breaths. After her face had been dry, Grace rested her head on Mister Hunt's shoulder. Blinking slowly, she pursed her lips. The furrow of her tiny brows indicated that she still wanted to roll up in the blanket on the crib. The baby wondered why she was with her great-grandfather, sitting on a long bench at the edge of a path. “When I was young, I only need fifteen minutes to arrive at your great-grandmother's grave. But now, why does it feel so long and tiring?” Mr. Hunt grumbled as he wiped his forehead with one hand. After one quick breath, the old man stood up again and held Grace in his languid arms. Although the baby was a bit heavy, his lips still curled up warmly.