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After the heat struggle, Sara closed her eyes and hugged her husband tightly. He knew Max felt guilty for what happened to him, which is why Sara didn't want to drown him deeper.

Tempting it may be the best way, but it's not the most powerful way. However, reality must be revealed. And maybe Max will continue to drown in guilt forever.

"Max, no matter what happened to my mother, you don't have to bear any guilt. Maybe she did it for a reason" said Sara, who still hugged and stroked her husband's chest.

"I've heard a story that Elijah told me. A young man kills a woman, and then takes the daughter of the woman to be his wife. And you know what? I kicked him at that."

Sara chuckles softly. He hugged Max.

"There are some stories that serve to entertain, there are others that serve to kill half of the good side of humans. I believe in what I want to believe, and I don't believe that stupid story."

She slipped her face across Max's chest, Sara did not want to see the man's expression right now. Max was still silent, he did not respond to Sara.

"I heard you just now. You said Mama drank poison, didn't you? Why would he do that?"

Sara heard the man breathing. And his fingers touched his head gently.

"You can say I'm the killer that Stephen said I am because he saved my life with it" Max said slowly as his hand came down to rub his wife's back.

"You didn't kill my mother with your hand, why did you say that? Who nearly harmed you?"

Max took a breath. He had to dig into that bitter reality again and bear the guilt of the incident.

"You've heard Mommy's story about the abduction, haven't you? The criminal did it."

Sara remained silent. Deborah did tell that but did not mention her mother.

"Why?" Sara held her chest that was beating fast. "Why did he do that?"

"I managed to escape from the prison that locked me up and he chased me and wanted me to be the leader of the assassin group he led. But I didn't want them to torture me. While I was dying, Alara found me and stopped the man."

Sara looked into those blue eyes. Then cupped Max's face that looked very chaotic. "What did Mom say at the time?"

Max closed his eyes for a moment. The tightness in his chest was felt again. He recalled the old memories, a woman sprawled before him with a frothy mouth and fresh blood coming out of his nose.

"He said he wanted to leave his daughter to me if I survived. That's why I'm looking for you. And that's the reason that's the beginning of our story."

Sara is a good listener. Although she initially felt sad for the reason of their marriage, at least now they were in love with each other.

"What about Peter's debt?"

Max chuckles. "I set him up with it. I know he won't give you to me for free. While I have to return Alara's favor, so I have to get you."

Sara looked in surprise. He pinched the skin he was holding and made Max grimace.

"You almost killed me. Peter bound and injected me with a sedative poison."

"And threatened suicide, huh? I know you can't be forced, but I have no other way. Peter's the only one with power over your property."

Sara conicals her head. "I wouldn't have married you if Peter hadn't managed to lock me up that time."

"I know, I've always been lucky."

"Who's the villain you were referring to?"

"Father of Stephen. Did you meet him before?"

Sara nodded weakly. Sara did not expect, the son of the person who killed his mother also almost killed him in the Mediterranean sea.

"Is he so bad?"

"I think there's something to do with your mother that Thompson knows. Their conversation at that time did not sound clear. He also gave the poison willingly for such trivial reasons."

Sara instantly remembered the half-moon necklace that Alara had given her. His mother said that it was very valuable and Sara could not get rid of it.

"Max, can you help me?"

"Whatever to you."

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The morning sun peeked out from behind the leaves. The atmosphere in the room was very gloomy. A man lay weakly on his bed with his legs and hands cuffed while a tattooed man sat propped up his chin beside the bed.

The gripping aura was very pronounced. Stephen looked flatly at those eyes that threatened him.

"I told you to kill that girl, Stephen. Why did you let him run?"

Stephen smiled faintly, his lips mocking clearly. "Wake up from your bed and do whatever you want. I can't always keep your word, Papa."

The middle-aged man lying on the bed gritted his teeth. Stephen grinned with satisfaction. "You can't force your will when you can't do it alone. I'm not a robot you can set as you like."

"Child s*nd*l is brash! Is this what your mother taught you?!"

Those black eyes stared intently, Stephen maintaining his sitting position. There was no way Thompson would kill him while his hands and feet could not be moved.

"Mama taught me to fight if it didn't go my way and now I'm doing it. Why am I against my conscience?"

Thompson clenched his handcuffed hand. He looked angrily at his son.

"Now you can fight me, Stephen. What did that nalaang girl do to you?"

"You think?"

Stephen chuckled softly. He touched the hand of his father who was getting thinner.

"He taught me how important it is to survive in times of urgency. It is not easy to give up and face it with a smile. Little Maximus and his wife became role models for me. I'm not letting go of what's mine now, Papa."

The man looked up furious. He held back his nearly exploding rage. "What do you mean?"

"I'm not going to let go of Atlanta again. She's my woman and I love her, we'll be together raising our son."

The depleted energy was depleted when Thompson rebelled. His eyes turned red and his gnashing of teeth sounded.

"You can never live for love, Stephen! That woman has no background, you'll be a lowly person who has nothing later."

Stephen shakes. "My wealth is enough to support my children and women. Background and wealth will not hinder my desires. You should have realized, I look like you, Papa. Ambitious and a great leader. I'll choose my path now!"

Thompson shouted as Stephen got up from his seat. "You shall die by your sword, Son of S*nd*l! The devil will lead you to hell!"

"Hell or Heaven, you have no right to determine my place. I can determine my path from now on and you die quietly."

Before actually leaving the room, Stephen turned around for a bit. "I won't be your man from now on. Kill Max? In your dreams only! But, I'm grateful to you for the kidnapping I was able to meet a great man like Max."

"You've abused her, you must remember that! You killed Alara too!"

"You killed Alara, not me!!!" max's screams filled the room. "And I didn't harass Max either. You think I'm that low? I did well, and Max supported me with the best acting of the night."

"W-what?"

"I'm just doing something as sneaky as you do. I killed bad people like you told me to, but not just anyone."

"You can't fight me, Stephen. I'm your Papa!"

"You're my Papa, I don't deny that damn fact. But about my way of life, you have no right to interfere anymore!"

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot. I'm not pessimistic about how I feel about Atlanta, like you did with Alara. We'll fight for our family life."

Thompson glared in shock. "What do you know?"

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