Hansen Ruiz blinked, smiling slightly without speaking.
Monts later, he also headed towards the Lounge to return to his loving wife's side.
He had taken care of all the tasks assigned to him, and now, he could enjoy so peaceful days.
Ti flew by, and before they knew it, the full-moon celebration ended, and evening approached.
The guests left one after another, and the Horne and Bluen families also left the hotel.
Once back at the Horne Family house, Glades Horne pulled Julia Bluen along, with Julia holding Ivan, heading straight upstairs, leaving all family mbers downstairs.
Jas Horne, however, was already waiting for Glades and his wife in the upstairs hall.
Seeing Jas, Glades's expression shifted subtly, but even he wasn't sure what kind of look he wore.
"Jas, is there sothing you need?" Julia was the one who spoke.
Together, the couple had sched against Pheobe Rogers, allowing Jas to witness his mother's criminal acts and her arrest; no matter what, this was a form of harm to Jas.
Jas looked at Julia, his eyes deep and tinged with an apology. Receiving Julia's bright and clear gaze, he retracted his own, turning to Glades and said, "Brother, may I have a word with you?"
Glades didn't respond, just pursed his lips tightly.
Julia glanced at him, then with a sense of what was proper, said, "Glades, I'll take Ivan back to the room first."
She then discreetly pinched the back of Glades's hand before carrying her son off to their room.
After watching his wife and child disappear into the room, Glades turned towards the Study Room on the second floor, with Jas silently following him into the Study Room.
As soon as Glades entered the Study Room, he sat in the black chair behind the desk, leaning his powerful fra back against it, arms spread on the armrests. Then, he lifted his face, as handso as a deity, and looked intensely at Jas, speaking in a deep voice, "What do you want to talk about with your brother?"
Jas stepped closer, standing across from him. Although there was a chair behind him, he chose not to sit.
"Bro, I'm sorry," Jas finally said after a long silence.
He was apologizing to his elder brother on behalf of his mother.
Thankfully, his nephew was lucky and unhard; otherwise, he would never forgive his mother, nor could he face his brother and sister-in-law again.
Knowing the apology was on behalf of Pheobe Rogers, Glades's gaze darkened as he said, "That has nothing to do with you. You don't need to say sorry."
"But she is my mother, after all. My grandmother's family has disowned her, and now I am her only family. Besides , who else can apologize to you? Brother, if I had known what Mom was up to... Even at the risk of my life, I would have stopped her. I would have never let her have even the slightest chance to hurt Julia or harm Ivan," Jas spoke with rising agitation.
Glades lifted his hand, signaling him to stop. He understood. He knew that for Jas, the most important people in his heart were Glades himself and Julia Bluen. Jas would rather harm himself than wish any hurt on him or Julia. This affection was too heavy, so heavy that it made Glades's feelings towards Jas complicated. If it weren't for Jas's deep affection, perhaps he might have targeted Jas himself. Jas's feelings had saved him.
Rising from his chair, Glades circled the desk and stood by Jas's side. The brothers faced in opposite directions, as if about to pass each other by.
Lifting his left hand, he patted Jas's shoulder firmly and said aningfully, "Jas, it's all in the past now. Let it go. You need to start living again. Your mom... she's still alive. You don't need to worry or feel guilty about her. You just need to live your life well, let go of all your burdens, and live well."
Then, he left the Study Room, leaving Jas standing stunned in front of the desk.
There was complete silence in the Study Room, so quiet it stirred a sense of unease.
Jas turned and looked towards the Study Room doorway. Only the door stood quietly there; his brother's figure was nowhere to be seen. His brother's words, however, still echoed in his ears.
His heart felt bitter, a bit painful, and his nose felt sore.
His elder brother had always known how unhappy and suppressed he had been all these years. His elder brother was still the sa, always caring for him.
With light steps, he found himself in front of the sofa and sat down.
Thinking about the day's events, he suddenly covered his face with his hands, overwheld with sadness and weeping again.
He hadn't visited his mother, only called to inquire about her. He knew her injuries were not severe, and she would be discharged from the hospital after a few days of care. Two police officers were on guard in front of her ward, keeping a watch on her.
Live well! Could he really live well? Facing parents like his, he didn't know if he could truly continue to live a good life.
"KNOCK, KNOCK." A knocking sound ca from outside the Study Room.
Jas quickly lowered his hands from his face, his palms already wet with tears.
"KNOCK, KNOCK." The asured knocking continued.
Jas composed himself before responding quietly, "The door isn't locked. Co in."
The Study Room door was gently pushed open, and Rebecca Hughes, dressed in snow-white, looking like an angel, stood at the doorway.
Seeing Rebecca, Jas was slightly startled. "Why are you here?"
Rebecca didn't respond, just walked in, closed the Study Room door behind her, then turned to face him. Suddenly, she quickly walked to the sofa, sat beside him, stretched out her arms, and embraced him, pulling his head into her chest. Holding his neck gently, she said softly, "Jas, don't be sad. If you want to cry, just cry. It's hard to hold it in. Let it out, vent it, and all the unhappiness will pass."
This woman… Jas wanted to push Rebecca away imdiately, but he didn't. He found himself craving the warmth she provided at that mont. And so, though it felt extrely unnatural, he allowed Rebecca to embrace him, soaking in the care from a woman.
Glades returned to his own room, where Julia was sitting by the crib, soothing their child.
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