Chapter 152. The Guests

Reese

Riza expressed immense joy every time I watched her painting. She often remarked on how much she enjoyed painting me, claiming I was beautiful, to which I would respond that she was even more beautiful. Enzo would chime in, affirming that both of us were pretty, gazing at us with admiration.

Every part of the house evoked memories of them, and I was unaware that tears were already streaming down my face.

How could I possibly leave this place without inflicting pain upon myself? How could I depart from them without causing them pain?

Enzo frequently reminded me that this was my home, a place where I truly belonged, urging me to stay forever with them. They made me feel valued and loved in this place.

As I attempted to wipe away my tears, I heard a voice call out to me from behind, “Mrs. Carter…”

I turned to see a maid standing at the entrance of the gallery room. She appeared anxious, as if she were reluctant to interrupt me but felt c