The Love From Vengeance

312: CAN’T CHANGE MY MIND

ARIEL’S POV

I cleared my throat, feeling a bit nervous under Andre’s scrutinizing gaze. “Um, yeah, so… I want to come back and work with the company again,” I finally blurted out, hoping I didn’t sound too awkward.

Andre raised an eyebrow, still not saying a word, and I shifted uncomfortably under his intense stare. “I’m serious, Andre,” I stammered, feeling the need to defend my

decision.

He finally broke his silence with a small chuckle. “Of course, I know you’re serious, Ariel,” he said, his voice laced with amusement. “I was just… processing.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at his response. “Processing? You looked like you were

about to grill me for a second there,” I teased, feeling a wave of relief wash over me.

He shrugged nonchalantly. “I don’t know; maybe I thought you found some other

company better than mine,” he joked, and there was a playful glint right in his eyes.

I shook my head, still chuckling. “No way, Andre. You know that I’ll always work with Vitality Group. You helped me out years ago, and I’ll never forget that.”

Andre’s smile widened at my words. “I’m glad to hear that, Ariel,” he replied sincerely,

his eyes reflecting genuine gratitude.

“So, am I hired?” I asked, slowly widening my mouth.

He chuckled, tapping

s desk lightly. “Welcome back to the team.”

“Thanks, Andre,” I told him with a smile. It’s good to be back.”

“So, Ariel, I need to ask you something.”

I gave

a curious face. “Go

but I just have to make things

here.”

what is

EAST CLANG MY

Do you still plan

Now I understand this whole conversation from

sure you do. So, Ariel, aren’t you going

changed. And it’s not going to change. I

but I just want to see if I

you can’t. I think you’ve seen

can’t do this. You can’t decide to

to, André. Mason must pay for what he did to my son.

other ways to seek justice. Killing him won’t bring your

son back.”

André. This is the

back against his chair. “I know you won’t change

you for understanding, André. But Mason

Let’s focus on your return to

LUKE’S POV

the weathered bench in the heart of the park, a sanctuary amidst the bustling city. The rhythmic chirping of birds provided a soothing backdrop, a symphony of nature in contrast to the cacophony of urban life. I took a

to the vibrant tapestry of life unfolding before me. Children of all ages danced and played, their laughter echoing like music. Each one seemed to possess irrepressible energy, an

group of toddlers chased after a colorful ball,

CANT CHANGE MY

pure delight, filling the air with a heartwarming and nostalgic innocence. I couldn’t help but smile at their antics, reminded of simpler times when life

happiness.

leaves overhead. The older sister pushed her brother higher and higher, his squeals of excitement reaching

this park. I remembered the thrill of racing down the winding paths and the exhilaration of conquering the playground’s towering structures. Back then, the

tugging at my heart. But amidst the wistfulness, there was also gratitude – for the memories forged in this very park, for the moments of joy and laughter that had shaped me into the person I am today. Yes, my grandfather used to take me here, as wdidmy parents. I

location. Oh, the

attention to a group of older children engaged in a game of tag. They darted and dodged with practiced agility, their movements fluid. and effortless. A timeless custom passed down through the generations, shouts of ecstasy and the occasional burst of playful