It was late autumn in Savrow, and the sudden chill of the autumn wind was biting.
Asher did not return home for three days, staying in the church, praying and confessing before the altar over and over.
What was he confessing?
Was he confessing the usual crimes he committed while working as an underground mafia spokesperson?
Or was he confessing about falling in love with someone he should not have?
On the fourth day, it was as if Asher was possessed. Under the guidance of an invisible force, he found himself at the Larson family home.
He knew Arnold had settled in Meridan since he was a teenager and had no property in the country. He had nowhere else to go except for this house.
He was worried out of his mind. After enduring it for three days, he still came here.
Asher knew that, with his identity, he could only stand guard outside the gate like a statue.
He suddenly understood how Justin felt when he had braved the storm, insisting to wait outside Yara Park just to see Bella once. What a sad and heart-wrenching feeling it must have been.
Asher felt as if his gut was crushed. Bile surged up his throat, leaving only a bitter feeling in his mouth.
At this time, a convoy of luxury cars slowly drove over, stopping imposingly outside the Larson family house.
The driver and secretary escorted a tall and lean middle-aged man dressed in a suit out of the car.
Asher slightly furrowed his brows, recognizing the man as the current head of Larson Biotech and Mila’s brother, Alvin Larson.
“Dad! You must be tired from the journey!” Aaron quickly rushed out to greet him, respectfully bowing.
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