NovelOnlineOnce home, Loraine found herself still grappling with Aldo’s words.
She had willingly chosen to marry Marco out of love, even at the cost of her own identity. Fleeing from home, she
ended up divorced from
Marco and stripped of everything she had.
Now, was she truly prepared to risk everything and try again?
Fear held little sway over Loraine, save for one thing - emotional attachment to others, the fear of loss. She was
hesitant to rekindle her love for Marco, yet she was equally unwilling to sever ties entirely.
Her only remaining family members were Aldo, Rowan, and Wesley - all men. They were hardly the ones she
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If her mother were still alive, could she guide her through this emotional quagmire?
Though Loraine had no clear memories of her parents, she could piece together their images through the
anecdotes her family members shared.
Her parents must have been deeply in love, sharing common interests and hobbies. They attended auctions to
appreciate their beloved works of art and took her hiking on balmy spring days.
Her father was a man of humor, tall and handsome, while her mother was gentle and erudite.
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Had they been alive, they would've made an enviable couple.
Loraine took out the two pocket watches, gently tracing the patterns etched onto them. She deeply missed her
parents.
Two days later, clad in a modest black dress, Loraine headed to the hospital with her two uncles to accompany
Aldo to the cemetery.
Rowan and Wesley supported Aldo, standing in front of the tombstone in solemn silence.
Aldo, lips quivering, managed a hoarse smile, beginning to chat aimlessly, “I'm here with your two brothers. And
this is Lorrie. She’s now the president of Universe Group, quite an achiever...”
Hearing this, Loraine felt a pang of sadness, while her two uncles averted their eyes.
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In that moment, Aldo appeared to age an additional ten years.
Suddenly, a drizzle began. Wesley, holding onto Aldo’s arm, proposed in a gravelly voice, “Dad, lethelp you
to that gazebo over there, to shield from the rain.”
Aldo simply nodded.
As they moved, Loraine caught sight of a man clad in a black suit in the distance - a figure vaguely familiar.
Was that... Marco?
In the midst of the rainfall, Loraine was unsure whether the distant figure was indeed Marco. Furthermore, why
would he be in a cemetery at this time? Was he aware that today was her day to pay respects to her parents?
When they reached the gazebo, the rain intensified. They were uncertain how Long they’d have to wait for the
rain to relent.
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