Peter and Mary stepped into the garden, where Catherine, Albert, and Leonard were enjoying coffee.“My dears! We waited for you, but since you didn’t come out of your room, we decided to start breakfast,” Catherine said apologetically.“Sorry, Grandma! I was working, and Mary was resting,” Peter rep
While Leonard and Peter were reconciling as father and son, trying to leave the past behind, Catherine reluctantly had to put on a kind face. She kept thinking that if she didn’t maintain a cordial relationship with her grandson’s future wife, she’d have to say goodbye to spending time with her grea
Peter hurried past the table where Maximus and Alexia were talking, searching for a secluded spot where no one could overhear or interrupt him.“Marcus, what’s going on? Your email in the middle of the night caught me off guard.”“Peter, there’s something I need to tell you…” Marcus said, letting a
“Catherine, Mary, please, let the authorities do their job. I’m tired… It’s better for everyone this way,” Albert said, struggling to breathe steadily.“No, Grandpa! You didn’t do anything wrong! It was all your friend’s fault!” Mary sobbed uncontrollably.Standing at a distance, Alexia observed the
After what felt like an eternity of driving, Peter arrived at the emergency room. Philip Hill was already waiting for him. As Peter opened the passenger door to help Mary out, Philip stepped forward and said urgently:“Your grandmother filled me in on everything. Come on, let’s not waste any time!”
Peter ended the call with Catherine and stepped into the room where Mary was sitting. His heart sank at the sight of her tear-streaked face—the same face that had been glowing with happiness in his arms that very morning.“My love, I’m here now! Everything will be okay,” Peter said, pulling her into
Peter and Mary stayed at the hospital that night. Exhaustion eventually overtook her, and she would drift off to sleep, only to wake up minutes later crying again. Peter was deeply worried; he didn’t want his beloved to spiral into the same despair she’d faced two months ago.“Please, my love, you n
Maximus, feeling uncomfortable after seeing Peter and Mary together, decided it wasn’t the time or place to speak with her. Instead, he headed to Alexia’s room.“Alexia? Can I come in?” he asked, knocking lightly on the door.When he got no reply, he opened it to find Alexia sitting with her face bu
After a few emotional minutes at Peter’s final resting place, Marcus Bartz gently urged Valerie to leave. The security team had signaled that someone was loitering nearby—a risk Marcus couldn’t afford.“My beloved Valerie, we need to go. It’s dangerous to stay here,” Marcus said, his eyes scanning t
After half an hour of driving, a convoy of three SUVs arrived at the entrance of Flavian Cemetery. From the lead vehicle stepped the striking couple, returning to Valentia after what felt like an eternity away.The man took the woman’s hand and helped her out of the SUV. A bodyguard handed them the
[In Ambervale, two decades later]In a private hangar at Flameco Airport in Eterna, a strikingly beautiful woman with long blonde hair descended from a sleek private jet. Ahead of her was a tall, commanding man with sharp, rugged features, his face partially covered by a neatly trimmed beard and a p
In Ambervale, two months had passed since Albert’s death, and Agent Count had finally uncovered key information related to Albert Preston’s arrest.“Mrs. Catherine, can we meet? I have something I believe will interest you. I’ve sent part of it to your email, but it’s imperative you see the rest in
Peter and Mary arrived home in Galea after their long journey. Mary was still fragile, so Peter had instructed the staff to provide her with all the help she might need. Agnes, ever attentive, had prepared a delicious meal, knowing the expectant mother needed nourishment. She felt it was her duty to
Maximus arrived in Valeria and went straight to see Alexia. He knew it wouldn’t be easy to face her anger, but he hadn’t expected to find her in loose clothing, her eyes and nose red from crying. When his gaze fell on her swollen belly, he felt like the most miserable man alive. She was the mother o
As Marcus learned of Albert Preston’s death, Catherine retreated to her bedroom, carrying the urn holding the ashes of the man who had been her last love. Meanwhile, Peter lay on the bed, gently stroking Mary’s hair. The soothing motion had helped her relax enough to sleep, so Peter remained still,
Marcus Bartz had just settled into a luxurious house along Coravela’s Arcfield Boulevard, overlooking the beach. The property offered stunning ocean views and was fortified with state-of-the-art security systems.It was a sprawling house for a man living alone, and his sudden arrival didn’t go unnot
Hours later, Catherine, Leonard, and Maximus returned to the mansion with Albert’s ashes in a beautiful white onyx urn. Catherine held it as if her life depended on it, her grip tight, her expression stoic. She longed to retreat to her room, where she could grieve in private. Life, it seemed, had de