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The next day, at a café terrace, two men sat at one of the tables. The conversation seemed serious as their faces were solemn.

The brown-haired man appeared rather upset, while the dark-haired man calmly sipped his coffee.

"You should tell her. Sooner or later, she's going to find out, and it will be worse," advised Hilbert, placing his coffee on a small saucer that matched the white cup with red flowers. "Besides, it's better that you tell her than someone else does."

"It's not easy. Remember that Gretchen left me for what I am, and I don't want Katia to leave... she would take my daughter with her," he explained, frustrated.

"Whichever way you choose, you'll end up losing them both. If you decide to keep lying to her, your enemies might kill them, and you'll lose them. If you tell her the truth, you might lose them or not, who knows, but there's a chance she might leave. I'm sure it will hurt her more if someone else tells her instead of you," Hilbert crossed his arms. "Which of all