Noella’s POVEnrick and I hurried to put on our clothes and shape our appearance. I chose a simple but elegant-looking dress, while Enrick wore a neat shirt and trousers. I fixed the collar of his shirt while Enrick gently smoothed my hair.Once he was satisfied with our appearance, Enrick held out his hand. "Ready?" he asked with a loving smile. I nodded, feeling comfortable in his warm hand.We walked out of the room, walking down the corridor with happy steps. The house's atmosphere that morning was also quiet, with only the sound of our footsteps coming together. The servants we passed greeted us respectfully, but our attention was fully on the guest waiting in the living room.When I saw who the guest was, I was surprised. Because that person was Mrs. Isabella, I still couldn't believe it, so I asked, "Mrs. Isabella? What's wrong, why come to Enrick's house so early? Is there something important? I'm sorry I haven't properly thanked you for your help yesterday so Enrick could ret
Noella’s POVThe hospital room where we were waiting for the DNA test results was sterile and cold, the smell of antiseptic filling the air. The walls were white, and several health posters were hanging neatly. The blue plastic chairs we sat on were hard and uncomfortable. The view of the room's large windows showed a green hospital garden, but none of that could calm my frantic feelings.Isabella, and I sat in the front row, waiting anxiously. My feelings were a mix of nervousness, disbelief, and burning hope. My hands were sweaty, and I squeezed my fingers repeatedly without realizing it, a habit that emerged whenever I felt particularly nervous.Enrick sat beside me, looking calm, even though I knew he was also anxious. He squeezed my fingers harder, giving me the support I needed. "Calm down, Noella," he whispered, his voice confident. "We'll find the answer, and everything will be okay."I nodded slowly, trying to reassure myself. "Yes, I know everything will be okay later. It's
Noella’s POV The hospital room where we were waiting for the DNA test results was sterile and cold, the smell of antiseptic filling the air. The walls were white, and several health posters were hanging neatly. The blue plastic chairs we sat on were hard and uncomfortable. The view of the room's large windows showed a green hospital garden, but none of that could calm my frantic feelings. Isabella, and I sat in the front row, waiting anxiously. My feelings were a mix of nervousness, disbelief, and burning hope. My hands were sweaty, and I squeezed my fingers repeatedly without realizing it, a habit that emerged whenever I felt particularly nervous. Enrick sat beside me, looking calm, even though I knew he was also anxious. He squeezed my fingers harder, giving me the support I needed. "Calm down, Noella," he whispered, his voice confident. "We'll find the answer, and everything will be okay." I nodded slowly, trying to reassure myself. "Yes, I know everything will be okay later. I
Chapter 132Noella’s POVHearing that, I, who should have been happy, cried instead. Not because I was sad but because this blissful feeling was overwhelming. Enrick rubbed my back gently, trying to calm me down. "You should be happy, not crying, Noella," he said calmly.I nodded, my tears continuing to flow. "Yes, I am happy, Enrick. I am, of course, happy. I'm crying because I'm too happy to see my birth mother again. I never expected this," I said, wiping my watery nose. Quickly, Enrick gave me his handkerchief to use.I gazed around, noticing every detail of my biological mother Isabella's luxurious home. This was where I was supposed to live, with my parents. The beauty of this house, with its walls adorned with beautiful paintings, magnificent classical furniture, and the warm atmosphere that filled every room, made me feel as if I had returned to the place that should have been my home long ago.However, this feeling of happiness was overshadowed by a deep curiosity. I mustered
Noella’s POVIsabella took a deep breath before continuing as if gathering strength to convey something very important. Her usually stern face now looked soft, filled with deep affection. "I know that Uncle Martin is a very good man. I also know that your life is hard out there. You were often insulted and belittled by arrogant people like Darren and Emma. They who never liked you," she said in a tone of concern.I nodded slowly, recalling all the bitter experiences I'd had. "So, if someday mom leaves this world, all the assets that mom has will belong to you. You're my only heir," she continued firmly, but her voice was still full of tenderness. "My wealth is par with Stuart's, if not a little richer. Mama even recently purchased the assets of an island in your name to celebrate your return home."I looked at her with teary eyes, finding it hard to accept everything she said. "Mama," I said, holding back my eyes from watering. Isabella grasped my hand tightly, giving me strength thr
Noella's POV Enrick and Mama Isabella gathered in Mama's dining room when lunchtime came. The dining table in front of us was full of various appetizing, luxurious-looking, and diverse dishes that could only be found in the homes of the rich. There were main courses such as beef tenderloin with truffle sauce, elegantly presented lobster thermidor, and roast chicken seasoned with exotic spices. On the other side of the table are platters of fresh salads with a mix of organic vegetables, premium cheeses, and homemade dressings. Not to forget the crispy and soft artisan bread served with smooth and fragrant butter. For dessert, there are melt-in-your-mouth chocolate soufflés, rich tiramisu, and neatly cut fresh fruits. We ate our lunch quietly, savoring each bite in comfortable silence. However, it was suddenly shattered when Mama asked Enrick abruptly, "Enrick, so when are you going to marry my daughter? Do you love her? Or are your feelings not serious with her?" I was stunned to h
Noella's POVA few days passed, and today, Enrick took me to the most famous diamond dealer in town. When we entered the luxurious store, the atmosphere of elegance was immediate. The crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and the red carpet that greeted our steps made me feel like I had entered another world of luxury.Several waiters in neat and formal uniforms immediately greeted us with warm smiles. Before long, the shop owner, an elegant and friendly man, came to greet us. "Welcome to our shop. We are honored to serve you," he said with a smile. "You two look very good together."I felt awkward at his compliment, but Enrick smiled and thanked me. "We are looking for wedding rings. So show us the best ring you have," Enrick said firmly.The shopkeeper nodded enthusiastically. "Of course, sir. Please take a seat. We'll show you our best collection shortly." He signaled to the waiters, who immediately rushed to prepare some rings.We sat on a comfortable sofa while the servant
Noella’s POVI visited Uncle Martin in his modest but always warm home. We sat across from each other in the memorable living room. I warmly clasped his hand, feeling his skin's rough texture from years of hard work. Uncle Martin looked at me with affectionate eyes, slightly confused by the seriousness on my face."Uncle, you know that I love you very much," I said in a slightly trembling voice."Of course, I know that, Noella. You always do everything for me. You always remember celebrating important moments in Uncle's life, like birthdays and other special days. You often prepare little surprises or cook Uncle's favourite foods to show your affection for me. I always feel that you are the greatest gift in my life. But why are you asking me that?" asked Uncle Martin, curious and confused.I took a deep breath, trying to gather the courage to continue. "Uncle, I consider you like my parents. Just like my adoptive parents, too."There was a frown of concern on Uncle Martin's forehead.