Damian's promise??

Observing her defeated opponent, Glara smiled thinly and walked away from the restaurant. No one knew what Glara had said to Marta that left the woman speechless.

On the way, Glara remained silent, gazing out the window until the car unknowingly arrived at the hospital where her son was being treated. Glara asked Rose to return to the company and reschedule other business meetings. She wanted to meet with Gama and Louis, who were waiting for her to have lunch together.

Glara tidied up her clothes and changed her facial expression to a more cheerful one. She didn't want Louis or Gama to know about her sadness over Damian's demeaning behavior. "Hiii, Mom's here!" Glara exclaimed with enthusiasm as she opened Gama's hospital room door.

"Mom!" Gama shouted happily upon seeing the woman who gave birth to him in front of him.

"Guess what Mom brought?" Glara asked, showing the paper bag she had bought at the restaurant earlier.

Gama examined the paper bag and sniffed. "Ahh, zuppa soup and fried chicken?" Gama guessed joyfully.

Glara and Louis laughed happily. Glara nodded and took out the contents of the paper bag. She prepared Gama's favorite zuppa soup and helped her son finish it. "It's been a long time since Gama had this."

"Oh really, how long exactly?" Louis asked, patting the top of Gama's head.

Gama seemed to count with his fingers. "Um, one... two... three... ah, a long time, Grandpa. It seems since Mom went abroad."

Glara's heart ached; she was truly disappointed with Damian's attitude. All this time, Glara had always sent money on time and had always instructed to buy anything Gama liked. It turned out that he took advantage of Glara's love for him and spent the money she sent alone. He even neglected Gama, who was seriously ill.

"From now on, Gama can have zuppa soup whenever he wants. Mom will always buy it for Gama," Glara said, covering up her sadness.

"Really? Mom promises?" Gama asked with a mouth full of food. Glara nodded, rubbing Gama's head fondly.

They spent time sharing stories with each other. Glara also talked about her experience working in a Japanese factory. She learned a bit about the system there, and Glara intended to try to implement it in her company to make it grow even faster.

"It's possible, Glara. But you have to make sure that the system is suitable for the human resources in our company. Don't make a wrong move, or it might backfire on you," Louis advised Glara as she enjoyed her lunch.

Glara nodded, swallowing the food in her mouth, and said, "Certainly, Grandpa. That's why, for the next few days, Glara will focus on researching the resources in our company, as well as some ongoing systems and projects."

Louis nodded, patting Glara's shoulder. "Grandpa believes you can rise again. Forget him and start a new chapter. Prove to him that you're not just any woman he can insult and trample on her dignity."

Glara nodded and looked at Louis with confidence. They then continued their lunch. After that, Glara accompanied Gama for an afternoon nap by reading stories, just like she used to before going abroad.

Louis had decided to go home, instructing Glara to rest and take care of her health. Because from today, Glara would be busy with many things. "I will enjoy my old age with my grandson. Glara, go back to being the Glara that Grandpa knew five years ago." Louis's last words echoed in her mind as he left the room.

She replayed the memory tape in her head. The first time she met Damian and how he treated her, making Glara shed tears. Not wanting to linger in sadness, Glara chose to play with her phone to dispel the sadness and boredom. Her slender fingers scrolled through her social media.

Until Glara's fingers stopped at a post showing the happiness of a married couple on vacation at a beach with the caption 'No one can make me doubt the greatness of my love for you, Damian.'

Glara smirked. "Marta... Marta... you're just as naive as I was five years ago."

Time continued to pass, and Glara became more occupied with office affairs. However, she still made time for Gama and monitored Gama's recovery progress. Like now, Glara was meeting with the doctor who was treating Gama.

"So how is Gama's progress so far, Doctor?" Glara asked, sitting in front of the woman in a white suit with a stethoscope around her neck.

The woman smiled and said, "Gama's progress is very good. His weight has also increased significantly, but still in line with his age and development. His psychological changes are much better than before."

Glara smiled happily hearing the doctor's report. "If Gama's condition continues to improve until tomorrow, then we can consider allowing visitors the day after tomorrow."

Glara breathed a sigh of relief; she couldn't hide her happiness and gratitude. "Thank you very much, doctor. I..."

"All of this is thanks to your efforts and God's permission. We are just intermediaries," she replied, rubbing Glara's hand as a show of support as fellow women and mothers.

After meeting with the doctor, Glara returned to Gama's room. However, from a distance, Glara heard Gama crying, calling her name. With a thousand-step movement, Glara went to that room and pushed the door open roughly.

"Why are you here?" Glara asked, pulling the man away from Gama, who was crying in fear.

"Glara, I apologize for all my mistakes. I regret it, and I want to come back to you and Gama."

Glara stared sharply and straight ahead, hugging her son tightly. Glara pressed the emergency button on the watch wrapped around her left wrist.

"It's too late for everything. Leave this room!" Glara said firmly and sharply.

The man shook his head; he stayed in his place. "I won't leave. I just realized that I still love you, Glara."

"I said get out, now!"

The man remained unmoved. "Glara, I did all this for you and our small family. I intentionally married her because I just wanted to get a job so you wouldn't have to go abroad again. But you came back earlier than my plan. The insults and curses yesterday weren't sincere from my heart, Glara. We sailed through this marriage for five years. I can't forget you that quickly," Damian said, looking at Glara with a sad expression.

Glara fell silent; her determined gaze began to weaken. "Glara, after I gain power, I will bring you and Gama to a better life."

"Really?"