Their first kiss, the days he was careful because she was so small and frail in his arms.

Charl in her white wedding dress was dazzlingly beautiful, and Orlando felt happy and happy as if he had the whole world.

When he held Tanashia and Noxia, the fruits of their love, in his arms, he was a man who was not envious of anything in the world.

Loving Charl, getting married, having children….

If someone asked him the moment he wanted to return to, Orlando could point it out without hesitation.

The day he first met Charl. He wanted to go back to that day and fall in love with her again.

He wanted to see her again.

Suddenly, a tear fell from Orlando’s eyes.

As clear as the happy days with Charl were in his eyes, the memory of the day she was murdered was also vivid enough to come to mind when he closed his eyes.

─Or…lando…

The voice that seemed to break at any moment, the red blood soaking the floor.

While Orlando was away for a few days due to work, an unidentified intruder invaded and murdered Charl.

When he arrived, everything had already happened, and only Charl, who seemed to stop breathing soon, was left.

─Charl! Charl! Hold on a little bit! The doctor will be here soon!

─Orlando… just one, cough, promise me.

─Don’t talk. You’re bleeding.

He was scared to lose Charl. Holding Orlando’s trembling hand like a child, she said.

─Take good care of… Tanashia and Noxia…

─What are you talking about. Don’t talk like that. Why would you say that when you’re here.

─Promise me. Even if I’m not here… You will raise Tanashia and Noxia without being envious…

It felt like a lump of fire was pouring down his throat. It was intuitively felt that it was Charl’s last moment without anyone teaching him.

He wanted to say no. He wouldn’t grant such a request. So don’t die.

Please, he wanted to beg on his knees not to leave his side.

But he couldn’t. The eyes of Charl looking at him were so desperate that he couldn’t help nodding.

─I will. I promise. Even if you’re not here, I’ll take good care of Tanashia and Noxia.

─I’m glad…

Only then did Charl faintly smile as if relieved and dropped her head.

Feeling her body losing strength all over, he couldn’t help but cry out loud.

Holding her dead body in his arms, he whispered incessantly.

─I love you, Charl. I love you so much.

Orlando’s world ended that day. The moment Charl died.

Even ten years after Charl’s death, every time he closed his eyes, she came to mind, and the scene of her last breath replayed.

He lost the woman he loved most in the world, his closest friend, and the biggest support that sustained him.

The world without her was meaningless.

He had no more reason to smile or to cry enough to shed tears.

The world seemed to turn gray overnight.

It was so different from the world that was shining when Charl was by his side that he couldn’t believe he was looking at the same landscape as before.

Living after losing a loved one was a more horrific pain than he had vaguely imagined. It felt like his soul had died, but his body was still moving.

‘…I’m not too old for her to recognize me now, am I?’

Charl, who died young, was dazzlingly beautiful, but Orlando was already well past his forties.

Sometimes he thought what if she couldn’t recognize him when he died and met again, or what if she teased him for being too old.

‘No, if I can only meet again……’

Even if Charl could not recognize the old Orlando, he was confident that he could recognize her no matter what she looked like.

If he could see her again, hold her in his arms, he didn’t care if he lost everything.

Orlando gulped down the liquor with a bitter expression. The harsh sensation flowing down his throat made him realize that he was still alive.

If Charles hadn’t asked Tanashia and Noksia for help, Orland might have committed suicide immediately on the day she died.

No, if he could have found the killer who killed Charles and taken revenge, he wouldn’t be sitting here drinking.

The reason Orland was still alive was his responsibility for Noksia and Tanashia, and to find the murderer who killed his beloved Charles.

‘Who could it be?’

The person who fearlessly invaded Brellof mansion and killed Charles and left.

He had been investigating and pursuing for over ten years since that day. But he couldn’t find even a trace of the criminal.

Orland unknowingly clenched the wine glass he held tightly. His fist was so strong that it turned white, and it seemed like the glass in his hand could break at any moment.

‘Who could it be, not getting caught like this?’

Being able to hide like this meant that the identity of the culprit was not low at all.

Orland was gaining strength to punish whoever the opponent was. That’s why he lived busy day and night.

All the power, wealth, and connections of the Brellof family will be used to reveal the criminal and punish him thoroughly.

‘Just get caught.’

Slowly, he will make him taste the most terrible pain in the world.