Richard sat quietly in the small sitting room, his hands resting on his knees, his eyes fixed on the floor. The room felt unusually still, as if it was holding its breath along with him. Margret stood in front of him, her shoulders slightly dropped, her face drawn with worry. She looked like a woman carrying a weight she was too tired to explain.He finally lifted his eyes and spoke softly, almost like he feared his own words.“I don’t want to take over the company since Robert said he would take over.”His voice was calm, but there was hesitation in it—fear of stepping back into a life he had tried to leave behind.But Margret was not the type to give up easily.She stepped closer, her heels clicking lightly against the wooden floor. She folded her arms across her chest, a familiar gesture he had seen since they were children—something she always did when her mind was already made up. Her expression was firm, but her eyes held a quiet plea.“Richard, listen to me,” she said. Her tone

Mr. Martin opened the front door himself when he heard the knock. The man standing outside—Inspector Thomas—looked tired from the long drive, but his presence carried its usual authority. Mr. Martin smiled warmly and stepped aside.“You’re welcome, come in,” he said. His voice was friendly, but there was a hint of nervousness underneath. Too many things were happening at once, and he was trying to keep everything under control.Inspector Thomas nodded politely and walked inside. They moved together toward the dining area, where the table was already set. The soft glow from the chandelier filled the room, making it feel warm and welcoming.Mr. Martin pulled out a chair for him. “Please, sit. And don’t be angry about what Karvel put you through,” he added with a tired laugh. “You should understand—he’s just a little boy.”Inspector Thomas let out a small sigh as he settled into his seat. “I understand,” he said. “He’s your grandson, after all. But still… trouble seems to follow that boy

The whole place looked breathtaking that morning. Flowers hung from every corner, soft music floated through the air, and guests dressed in bright colors walked in and out of the decorated hall. The sun shone gently on everything, making the white decorations glow. It felt like a perfect day—at least for everyone who didn’t know the truth.Inspector Thomas walked into the venue slowly, holding Florida by the hand. She was dressed in pure white from head to toe. The gown rested softly on her skin, and the veil framed her face beautifully. She looked calmer than she felt. Her beauty drew the attention of everyone around. People turned their heads, whispering to one another as she passed.“She looks like an angel,” someone murmured from a corner.Another person nodded. “I haven’t seen her look this beautiful before.”Florida tried to smile, but her heart was heavy. The white dress felt like both a dream and a burden. She had imagined wearing something like this one day, but not like thi

Chapter 217Florida lay on the bed, watching Karvel as he buttoned his shirt. The room was quiet except for the soft sound of his movements. He didn’t look at her, didn’t say anything, just kept dressing as if she wasn’t there.Finally, she couldn’t hold it in anymore.“Where are you going?” Florida asked, sitting up with a small frown.Karvel didn’t pause. He pulled his jacket from the chair and slipped it on. “I’m going out to see my wife,” he said plainly.Florida’s face tightened. The way he said wife felt like a slap. She stood up from the bed quickly and walked toward him. Her voice shook—not from fear, but from frustration. “What do you mean by that? Who am I to you, Karvel?”Her question hung in the air. She looked desperate for an answer, desperate for some reassurance that she wasn’t just a piece on a board being moved around.Karvel sighed. He didn’t raise his voice, didn’t argue. He simply said, “Whatever you think you are… keep thinking it. But if you don’t mind, I have

Karvel froze the moment he stepped outside. Florida was standing by the gate with her arms folded and anger burning in her eyes. He didn’t expect her to come all the way here.“What are you doing here?” Karvel asked, confused and already tired.Florida let out a bitter laugh. “So you left me at home just to come and see this… this thing?” She said, pointing straight at Elena with her long polished finger.Elena stepped forward immediately. Her eyes widened in disbelief, and she pointed a finger back at Florida. “Who are you calling a thing, huh?” she asked, anger rising in her voice.Florida smirked and tossed her hair. “I’m calling you exactly what you are.”Elena didn’t hold back. “Let me tell you something—you’re nothing but a thief. A thief who came to steal somebody’s husband. That’s what you are!”Florida’s eyes went wide. “Don’t insult me!” she shouted, taking a step forward like she wanted to fight.Elena stepped closer too. “Insult? I haven’t even started. Listen to me well—I