Beck asked his butler to brew two cups of tea from the leaves Izabella had brought. The initial taste was slightly bitter, but quickly turned sweet, leaving a delightful aftertaste that lingered.
Beck made the first move, placing a black piece on the marble chessboard. The sounds of the pieces hitting the board were the only noises on the otherwise silent balcony.
Time passed, and before they knew it, the game had become intense. Izabella seemed thoughtful, while Beck, holding the black pieces, furrowed his eyebrows as he carefully considered his next move.
After placing a black piece on the board, he looked up at Izabella. She was no ordinary woman, always remaining calm and composed, even when facing adversity.
A woman with such self-control was truly admirable.
Izabella’s chess skills were impressive, and Beck gradually began to feel the pressure. He glanced at Izabella, who had remained cool and collected from the start, a slight smile on her face exuding confidence.
As the cool evening breeze blew, rustling her hair, Izabella held her chin in one hand while gently twirling a chess piece in the other. After seeing Beck make his move, she delicately placed her piece on the board.
"Mr. Beck, you have been generous," she said.
Beck put down his piece, "I didn’t expect you to be so good at chess. Not many young people these days have the patience for it."
"I learned it from my grandfather."
Izabella recalled her past. As a child in the Salotti family, she was largely ignored by her father and brothers. It was her grandfather who raised her and taught her how to play chess, how to stay calm, and how to see the bigger picture. Unfortunately, she had failed him and the Salotti family.
Now her goal was to rebuild the family and restore its former glory.
Beck's expression suddenly turned serious. “Izabella, I need to apologize to you. I was wrong to insult you with money, and to misjudge you.”
Izabella shook her head with a smile, “Mr. Beck, I never blamed you. You have nothing to apologize for.”
“If I make a mistake, I should apologize. Do you forgive me?”
“Of course, I understand that everything you did was for Casey's good. You are a good father.”
A lump formed in Beck's throat, “You are one of the best girls I've ever known, just like my daughter. I want to ask you a serious question.”
“What is it?”
“Will you stay with Casey forever? No matter what happens to him, will you continue to love him?”
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