That night, Victoria's body felt weaker and weaker. Her gaze occasionally glowed, and every step she took felt so heavy, as if all her energy had been drained. In the room, Ella looked at her with an expression of worry that was difficult to hide.
“Mrs. Victoria, are you okay?” she asked, her tone soft but attentive.
Victoria shook her head slowly, forcing a slight smile. “I'm just a little tired, Ella. Maybe I just need a little rest.”
However, Ella's gaze remained sharp, full of doubt. “But you look very pale,” she said, her voice containing an anxious tone.
“It's okay,” Victoria said, trying to reassure her. “Can you keep Abigail company tonight? I don't want her to be alone.”
Ella looked at her doubtfully before finally nodding. “Of course, ma'am. But you should get a good rest. Should I call a doctor?”
Victoria raised a weak hand, stopping her. “No need. I jus
In the kitchen, Victoria was cutting bread with regular movements. The scent of butter melting on a frying pan filled the room, giving it its own warmth. However, the silence of that morning was soon disturbed by the sound of a chair wheel sliding closer.Without turning around, she already knew who was coming.“You should have stayed in your room,” she said flatly, still focused on her work.Logan stopped beside her, leaning his arm on the edge of the kitchen table. “I'm bored,” he replied casually. “Besides, I want to see how you make breakfast for me.”Victoria sighed softly. She had no intention of arguing, so she chose to remain silent.Logan shifted his position a little closer. “What did you make?” he asked, his tone full of curiosity.“Toast and eggs,” Victoria replied briefly.“No coffee?” he teased, his tone light.Victoria glanced at him, then shook her head. “Coffee's not good for you. Remember? Doctor Bernard said you should cut back.”Logan shrugged casually, his lips cur
The trip to the hospital went smoothly. Noah drove calmly, while Chelsea sat in the back seat with him. They had a light conversation to distract her from her worries.As soon as they arrived at the hospital, Victoria went straight to Abigail's ward. However, in the hallway leading to the room, she found James standing there, smiling at her.“Victoria,” he said, his voice sounding friendly. ‘Can I talk to you for a minute?”Victoria looked at him doubtfully. ’I'm in a hurry, James. What's going on?”James approached, a little too close for her comfort. ”Just a minute. I want to show you something.”Victoria sighed, knowing she wouldn't be able to avoid it. “All right. But make it quick.”She followed him to a small café near the hospital. Victoria felt something was wrong with the situation.“Have a seat,” James said as he pulled out a chair for her.Victoria sat down, trying to keep as much distance from him as possible. “What do you want to talk about?”James stared at her intensely
Abigail finally fell asleep after asking for quite a while about what happened today. Her questions, although simple, made Victoria increasingly aware of how fragile their world is today.“Why do we have to go to Aunt Grace's house, Mommy?” ‘Why are there weird people there?’ ”Why doesn't Aunt Grace like Uncle Logan?”Victoria answered as best she could, slipping in reasonable reasons without making Abigail too worried. But deep down, she knew Abigail was not completely satisfied with her answer.After making sure her daughter was really asleep, Victoria stepped out of the room. The fatigue of the day enveloped her body. She paused in the kitchen, took a cup and brewed her favorite lemon tea. Its soothing scent made her feel a little lighter.She decided to go to the back garden, a place she rarely used. The cool night air might help her unburden her mind.However, when she opened the door to the garden, she saw the silhouette of someone sitting on a long wooden bench. Her heart was p
The days passed without any major surprises. Their routine felt like a neatly engraved pattern. Each morning began with breakfast with Logan, which, despite often being colored by small debates, still felt familiar. After that, Victoria continued with special therapy designed to help her recover.Logan's progress has been remarkable. Now, he is able to stand for longer periods of time and has even started to walk with the help of a cane. Although his steps are still unsteady, the spirit radiating from his eyes makes all the hard work feel worth it.“You know, Victoria,” he said one day, looking at her from where he was standing, ”I'm starting to feel like myself again. It feels like I have control over my life.”Victoria smiled, trying to hide the emotions that began to well up in her eyes. “That's because you never gave up, Logan. It's all thanks to your efforts.”She chuckled, her voice deep and full of warmth. ”And thanks to you too. If it weren't for you, I might have given up a l
That night, after making sure Abigail was fast asleep, Victoria walked steadily down the hallway of the house. There were too many questions in her head, and she needed answers. Right now.She knew there was only one person who could answer them.Ben.The man was not hard to find. As she expected, he was sitting in his study, surrounded by piles of documents and computer screens displaying important data. His expression remained calm and focused, but Victoria knew Ben was always ready for serious discussion whenever necessary.She knocked on the door lightly. “Ben, can I bother you for a moment?”Ben looked up from his work, smiled slightly before nodding. “Of course, ma'am. How can I help?”Victoria went inside, closing the door behind her to make sure no one heard. She immediately sat in the chair across from the man's desk.Without further ado, she looked at Ben seriously. ”I want to know about Yohana Heiss.”For a moment, there was a flash of surprise in Ben's eyes. He did not ans
That morning, the aroma of toast and coffee filled the dining room. Victoria had just finished arranging the last plate on the table when a small step was heard approaching.“Mommy, I'm hungry!”Abigail appeared with a bright smile, immediately climbing onto her favorite chair.Victoria chuckled, rubbing her daughter's soft hair. “Just a moment, dear. Breakfast is ready.”The little girl nodded, but her brow furrowed when she saw the chair at the end of the table still empty. “Where is Uncle Logan? Why isn't he out yet?”Victoria was wondering the same thing. Usually, Logan would have been here before they finished preparing. Her eyes glanced at the dining room door.“Ella,” she called softly to the butler standing by the door.“Yes, ma'am?”“Could you look in Mr. Logan's room? He hasn't come out yet.”But before Ella had time to move, the sound of Logan's chair wheels was heard from the hallway.Victoria turned and saw him appear with Ben. But this time, something was different.Loga
The car Logan was riding in drove smoothly on the highway, cutting through the hustle and bustle of the city that was starting to get busy with morning activities. From the back seat, his gaze was gazing out the window, staring at the tall buildings that seemed to challenge the sky. However, his thoughts drifted to another place—a past that had been a nightmare, and a present that gave him a glimmer of hope.It never crossed his mind that this day would come. The day he returned to the office. Back to a place that once felt like a second home, before everything turned into a battlefield under Grace's grip.From the front seat, Ben broke the silence. “All the documents are ready, sir. I made sure there were no loopholes they could exploit.”Logan nodded quietly, trying to calm the anxiety that was beginning to creep into his mind. “Good. Make sure we keep monitoring the situation from a safe distance. I don't want to make any rash moves.”Ben glanced over, his eyes full of confidence.
Logan's steps into the large meeting room brought an almost suffocating silence. The board members sitting at the long table looked surprised, some whispering to each other, trying to digest the presence of a man who should never have returned.At the end of the room, sitting haughtily in the main chair, Grace stared at him with an expression that was difficult to interpret—surprised, angry, or afraid? However, in a matter of seconds, her surprise was replaced by the fake smile she used to cover her lies.“Logan,” she said in a gentle tone, like a hostess welcoming back a long-lost guest. ‘I didn't expect you to come.”Logan stared at her sharply, the thin curl on his lips resembling a sneer rather than a smile. ’You didn't expect it, Grace? Or did you just hope I wouldn't come back?”Several people in the room coughed quietly, clearly uncomfortable with the tension that suddenly filled the air.“Logan,” James tried to take over the atmosphere. ”We just want to make sure the company i
The slowly improving relationship between Victoria, Lucy, and her mother brings a new atmosphere to their lives. Although Victoria remains vigilant, she cannot ignore their efforts to repair the relationship. Abigail seems happy, and that is her top priority.Logan, as always, is her loyal supporter. He understands how difficult it is for Victoria to accept them back, but he also understands that giving them a chance is a necessary step.“What do you think, Victoria?” Logan asked one evening as they enjoyed tea in the garden. ‘Do you feel they have really changed?”Victoria stared at the star-studded night sky, pondering her answer. ’I want to believe it, Logan. They seem sincere. But old wounds don't just heal.”Logan held her hand, providing a calming warmth. “Let's just take it slow. I know you're doing this for Abigail's sake, and I'm proud of you.”A few weeks after their first visit, Lucy and he
It was a sunny day with a gentle breeze carrying the scent of flowers from the back garden. In the living room, Victoria was sitting with Logan, discussing their weekend plans, when the sound of the doorbell suddenly broke the silence.“Who is it so early in the morning?“ muttered Victoria, getting up from the sofa and walking towards the door.When the door opened, a look of surprise immediately appeared on her face. Lucy and her mother, Abigail, were standing there. Their faces looked a little tense, although they tried to look calm.“Victoria,” Lucy said in a low voice. “May we come in?”Victoria was silent. Old memories flowed back into her mind—the wounds they had left on her and Chelsea were still clear. However, before she could answer, Logan was already standing behind her.“Please come in,“ he said firmly, his tone neutral.The atmosphere in the living room was filled with tensio
After a very pleasant honeymoon trip, Victoria and Logan finally returned home. As soon as they entered the living room, Abigail's cheerful voice immediately greeted them.“Mom! Papa Logan!” she exclaimed, running energetically.Victoria immediately stretched out her arms, welcoming her daughter in a tight hug. ”Mom, I miss you so much, sweetheart. How are you?”Abigail smiled broadly. “I'm fine, Mom! Aunt Jesslyn and Uncle Frans are very kind. We baked a lot of cakes!”Logan, who was standing next to her, leaned over and kissed Abigail's forehead lovingly. ”Dad misses you too. You're getting smarter, aren't you?”On the sofa, Jesslyn sat down with a warm smile. Victoria approached her, still holding Abigail's hand.“Jesslyn, thank you for taking care of Abigail while we were away,“ she said sincerely.“No need to thank me, Victoria,” Jesslyn replied gently. &ldqu
The days passed happily. Logan, who had to rely on a cane to walk, was finally able to move normally again. The long recovery paid off, restoring the confident smile that had disappeared from his face.Abigail also showed tremendous progress. Her health was increasingly stable, even good enough to take exams to enter a normal school. This was a big moment for her family, especially for Victoria. She knew how important education was for Abigail's future, and she wanted to make sure her daughter got the best.In the midst of all the busyness, one night, Logan approached Victoria with a confident look on his face. They sat in the living room after Abigail went to sleep, enjoying the warm tea Victoria had just made.“I have a plan,” Logan said suddenly.Victoria looked at him curiously. “What are your plans?”Logan smiled, his eyes shining like a child holding a big surprise. ‘Vacation. Just the two of us.”Victoria was silent for a moment. ’Vac
That morning, Victoria felt a little nervous. Frans had informed her that Jesslyn, his wife, would be visiting. Although she had agreed to accept this situation for Abigail's sake, there was anxiety that she found difficult to dismiss. What if Jesslyn objected? What if this meeting complicated matters?The front door of the house opened as the servant opened it. Frans entered first, followed by an elegant-looking woman. Jesslyn's smile was friendly, but Victoria could sense the tension hidden behind that expression.“Hello, Victoria,” Jesslyn said as she extended her hand.Victoria shook her hand gently. ”Hello, Jesslyn. Thank you for taking the time to come.”Jesslyn sat in the living room, her eyes occasionally glancing around the house. “What a beautiful house,” she commented briefly.“Thank you,” Victoria replied in a neutral tone. She offered tea and cake in an attempt to break the ice.For a moment, there was only silence between them
Victoria sat in the living room with Logan. The cup of tea in her hand had long since cooled, while her thoughts were constantly haunted by the terrible events of some time ago. The smell of smoke and the sound of cracking wood on fire still felt so real every time she closed her eyes.“Grace won't be getting out of prison anytime soon,“ Logan finally spoke up, breaking the silence between them.Victoria looked up, staring at the man in front of her with a questioning expression.“How can you be so sure?” she asked, her voice slightly trembling.Logan sighed before answering, “There is a lot of corroborating evidence. The police have found records of her illegal transactions, evidence that she hired someone to burn down our house, as well as documents showing her motive for destroying Dallas Corp. Believe me, Victoria, Grace won't be free for a long time.”Victoria bit her lip, trying to digest Logan's words. How
Victoria's life is slowly returning to calm, something she hasn't felt in a long time. What previously only felt like a dream is now a reality. Every morning she wakes up grateful that Abigail is getting healthier, and Logan, who is slowly recovering from his leg injury, now hardly needs a cane to walk.The kitchen is now Victoria's favorite place. The smell of cooking fills every corner of the house, bringing a warmer atmosphere. Logan and Abigail often join in, helping or just chatting while waiting for the food to be ready.“Morning, Mom!” Abigail's cheerful voice breaks the morning silence.Victoria turns and sees her daughter running towards her. The little girl's smile is always an encouragement to her.“Morning, sweetheart,“ she replied, brushing Abigail's still slightly tangled hair.Soon, Logan emerged from his small study. He looked fresh in his casual shirt that hung loosely on his frame.“What is tha
After weeks of hospitalization, Abigail was finally allowed to go home. The news felt like a miracle to Victoria. Their journey had not been easy, and she never expected this day to come so soon.“Are we going home, Mama?” Abigail looked at her with sparkling eyes, her fingers tightly gripping her beloved rabbit doll, which was starting to get shabby.Victoria nodded, smiling warmly. “Yes, dear. We're going home. But remember, you have to follow Doctor Chris' advice, okay. Don't get too tired.”Abigail nodded excitedly. ”I promise, Mom!”While Victoria took care of the administrative documents, Logan went home first to make sure the house was ready to welcome Abigail. He was always like that—taking on a role without saying much.When Victoria received a call from Logan, she just found out that the man had prepared a little surprise.“Abigail should feel really welcome at home,” Logan said
That night, the hospital was quiet. Victoria sat on a small sofa in the corner of Abigail's treatment room. The little girl was fast asleep after a light conversation with her mother a few hours earlier. Logan stood by the window, staring blankly out. Occasionally he would shift his gaze to Victoria, then fall silent again.Victoria sighed softly. She could feel the anxiety hanging in the room. Logan rarely looked like this—so deep in thought. It made her feel guilty. The decision to involve Frans in Abigail's rescue was made in a panic, without having time to discuss it with Logan.“Logan,” Victoria finally called out, breaking the silence.The man turned slowly, his expression still flat. “Yes?”Victoria got up from where she was sitting and walked over to him. ‘I know something is bothering you. I can feel it.”Logan shook his head slowly. ’I'm just tired, Victoria. Too much has happened in the las