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

curious face.

talked about this before, but I just have to make things clear around

here.”

what is it?”

CLANG MY

he finally decided to speak up. Do you still plan to take

I understand this

So, Ariel, aren’t you going to

deep breath. “Yes, Andre. My decision about Mason hasn’t changed. And it’s not going to change. I thought we

want to see

I think

do this. You can’t

for what he did to my son.

other ways to

son back.”

it, André. This is the only way.

chair. “I know you won’t change your mind, but I had to

you for understanding, André. But Mason needs

I won’t stress it further. Let’s focus on your return

LUKE’S POV

city. The rhythmic chirping of birds provided a soothing backdrop,

danced and played, their laughter echoing like music. Each one seemed

toddlers chased after a colorful ball, their tiny legs pumping with

CANT CHANGE

with a heartwarming and nostalgic innocence. I couldn’t help but smile at their antics, reminded of simpler times when life was measured in

happiness.

the path, a pair of siblings swung hand in hand, their laughter mingling with the rustle of leaves overhead. The older sister pushed her brother higher and higher, his squeals of excitement reaching new heights with each arc. Their bond was palpable,

I remembered the thrill of racing down the winding

for those carefree, free of obligations–and expectations days with a pang of longing 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 can still remember

the

attention to a group of older children engaged in a game of tag. They darted and dodged with practiced agility, their movements