The next day, Rachel headed to work as usual, dressed in a sleek black shirt and skirt that accentuated her professional demeanor. Meanwhile, Alex made his way to the market, determined to find a valid reason to visit her at the office. He knew that simply showing up unannounced wouldn’t grant him entry, so he decided that preparing a homemade lunch would be the perfect excuse. After gathering the necessary ingredients with his saved-up money, he returned home, where he found that Rachel’s parents had already left, leaving him alone.With care, he prepared the meal, packaging it neatly in a small lunchbox adorned with a delicate flower design. Feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness, he set out for Rachel’s workplace. As he arrived, he was greeted by the familiar sight of the two security guards at the entrance. They recognized him but maintained their professionalism.“Stop there,” one of the guards said, his tone firm.“Good morning, gentlemen,” Alex replied with a gentle smile,

With the angry sounds echoing in the background, Alex sensed a commotion brewing. “Where else did you expect me to be?” he replied, his voice laced with irritation. “Dad was freaking out after I told him about the divorce and you leaving. I need you to come home and explain everything to him. In return, you’ll get paid for your service and accommodation. It’s already raining, and it’s going to be cold outside,” Rachel insisted over the phone.As he listened to her, Alex squeezed the phone tightly, his anger boiling over. She showed no remorse for her actions and instead sought to manipulate him for her own benefit. “What a despicable and shameless woman,” he thought angrily. “Leaving your house means I’ve cut all ties with you. Solve your problems yourself, and don’t you dare call this number again, or you’ll regret it,” he warned.“Are you kidding me right now? Threatening me?” Rachel scoffed, her voice dripping with mockery. “Listen, I’m giving you a chance, but you want to be stub

“He needs to earn it. If everything is handed to him on a silver platter, he won’t cherish it,” Mr. Wilson said sharply, his gaze fixed on the path leading to Alex’s room. “I know he may hate me for this, but I’m doing it for his own good,” he added, a hint of resolve in his voice.That Evening“Alex, it’s time for dinner,” old man Cole called gently as he knocked on the door.“Okay,” Alex replied, opening the door and stepping out.In the dining room, the atmosphere was tense. Mr. Wilson sat at the head of the table, flanked by Liam, a woman Alex didn’t recognize, and Leah.“What is she doing here?” Alex asked, taking a seat next to Leah.“Before we dig into the dinner Leah prepared, I’d like to make an announcement,” Mr. Wilson said, glancing around the table.“First, I’d like to introduce my first son, who has been missing for many years now—Alex,” old man Cole said with a proud smile.Alex merely stared blankly at him. Liam and the woman beside him exchanged surprised glances.“Oh