All Chapters of Heir of Revenge: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

For the past three days, Anne has been quieter than usual in Melly's eyes. Melly knows Anne is not much of a talker but still willing to ask about Ica. Lately, the young woman who owns the store where she works seems to have lost her voice. She spends more time in the backyard, enjoying her favorite part – various pots of lilies.And the peak of it all is because Melly is starting to get annoyed with Anne's behavior in her eyes. How could Anne manage to print the wrong message on the balloon glasses they'll be sending today?"Anne," Melly calls out softly. She can't bring herself to startle the girl. Sitting in front of her laptop screen, seemingly checking orders, but Melly is sure her mind isn't there. No response makes Melly speak again. "Hey, An.""Ah, Melly. What's up?" Fathia is quite surprised to see Melly approaching her, even a small touch on her shoulder."What's wrong with you? I've been noticing you all this time, and you seem lost."

It took Fathia three days and two nights to think, strengthen her thoughts, and start figuring out what she would do if she went back to New York City. The issue of where she would stay was still uncertain. Maybe Jess's idea of renting a small room just for sleep was right. But she had to consider living there too. She couldn't just suddenly show up in front of Sebastian's apartment, right?So, where would she start?The image that always accompanied her through the night when she slept, she takes it again. She gently wipes everything inside the frame. Sitting and leaning on the edge of her bed, she stares at the picture for a long time. "I wonder if this is the best path? Should I come back?" While Fathia understands there won't be an answer she can hear, at least she can voice the obstacle she feels.Not to mention, Jess's pressure seems to be getting more unpredictable. Including her plans, which, according to Fathia, are a bit crazy. Jess even suggested just

Waking up in the morning with a pounding headache, something Fathia hasn't felt in a while except a few days ago. When the darkness greets her and she opens her eyes, the pain she feels is just as intense. Fathia sighs softly, massaging the side of her head trying to alleviate it a bit, but it's still the same.If she takes another painkiller for her headache, she might become even more dependent. Fathia walks a little unsteadily, occasionally squinting, heading to the kitchen to make some warm tea. Fortunately, she doesn't need to turn on the stove. There's a hot water dispenser that's enough to make a cup of tea. Opening the food storage drawer, she hopes there's still a chocolate sandwich there.A cup of tea, two packs of sandwich, becomes Fathia's breakfast that she thinks should be enough to alleviate the headache. Hopefully. She sits half-leaning on a large pillow, trying to enjoy her breakfast. Slowly, not because she's savoring it, but because the headache does

Jess was about to protest, but as soon as Fathia explained that their return wouldn't be a short one, the girl who now had her hair dyed a faded green agreed. It wasn't easy to leave what they had built here, even though it wasn't much. With Asya handling the kitchen part in the café, Jess took care of delivering orders and handling payments. They were assisted by another person, Dian, who was there to help Jess and Asya whenever needed.And then there's Fathia, who had been quite overwhelmed lately due to numerous flower balloon orders. For nearly three weeks, they've been dealing with preparations to leave the people who now worked under them. They were basically the bosses, even though they never liked to use that word, especially not in each other's hearing."I'm done," Fathia said, jumping in before Jess could start speaking. After these tiring three weeks, Fathia was finally free from the grip of orders, which she actually appreciated. But because of the c

"What does Miss want to eat? Does Miss want a warm bath? Miss's room is always tidy," Naomi says with a sparkle of joy. Before Fathia's lips can reply to her words, Jack arrives with his report."Does Miss not want to see the backyard? All the flowers are growing nicely. I take good care of them, Miss.""I'll cut some fruit for you, okay? Miss looks really skinny.""Miss, Mr. Jack will change the flowers in your room right away, alright? Starting tonight, Miss will be staying here, right?"Amidst all their attention and the mix of feelings today, Fathia just chuckles. The corners of her eyes have been watery for who knows how long. Maybe since Fathia and Naomi shared tears? Or when the embrace, in which Jack, with a voice trembling withheld-back tears, joined on the front porch, dissolved."I... I... I truly can't believe you weren't buried. Every day, I prayed to God, hoping that what I saw was all just a trick," Naomi sobs briefly after unravelin