เข้าสู่ระบบDusk slowly settled over the Wrenford mansion's yard. A gentle breeze rustled the maple leaves in the corner of the garden. Amid the rustling sounds, the soft laughter of Evan and Elis echoed as they ran around with soap bubbles reflecting the evening light.From the terrace, Liora sat leaning on a rattan chair, her hand holding a cup of warm tea. Her gaze fell on the two children, two little miracles who had become the center of her universe. Beside her, Xavier sat quietly with a closed laptop on his lap. Not because he was busy, but because he chose not to open it."It seems you’ve truly recovered," Liora said softly, without turning her head.Xavier smiled. "If my illness was ambition, then the cure is all of you."Liora looked at him for a moment. "And now, what remains?""Gratitude," Xavier replied.They fell into a long silence, enjoying the peaceful sounds of the evening. Below, Evan burst into laughter when his bubble popped in the air, while Elis clapped her little hands in d
The morning sun streamed through the windows of their villa in Amalfi. Liora slowly opened her eyes and found Xavier already sitting on the balcony, gazing at the shimmering sea. There was a calmness in his face, something she rarely saw before, as if all the weight of the world had finally been placed somewhere he no longer had to carry it alone.“Awake this early?” Liora asked.Xavier turned and smiled. “I just wanted to remember this. The sound of the waves, the salty air, if I could bottle it, I’d take it home with me.”Liora stepped closer and sat beside him. “You can keep it here,” she said, tapping his chest lightly. “As long as you don’t forget how it feels.”Xavier gazed into the distance. “I won’t forget.”Liora took his hand in hers.Their plane took off that afternoon. Evan pressed his face to the window, pointing at clouds shaped like animals. Elis slept in Liora’s lap. Xavier watched them with a soft expression, two small reasons that made him smile even under the same s
Morning in Italy felt different. Sunlight streamed through the olive branches that swayed gently in the courtyard of the small villa where they were staying. Liora sat on the terrace with a cup of coffee in hand, wearing a simple cream-colored dress. Her hair was loose, softly tousled by the wind. From inside the villa came the sound of Evan and Elis laughing, arguing over a straw hat.“Dad said this is an adventurer’s hat,” Evan insisted.Elis crossed her arms. “Papa said I’m the pretty one when I wear it!”Xavier appeared at the doorway, still in a white casual shirt and linen trousers. He held a camera in his hand.“If you two keep arguing, I’ll take a photo right now and send it to Grandma. She can decide who deserves the hat most.”The children immediately stopped fighting. Liora chuckled softly, watching her husband quietly snap a picture of them.“You’re enjoying being a spontaneous photographer,” she teased.Xavier sat down beside her.“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Liora murmured.“Y
Xavier looked at Liora’s face, which reflected the soft glow of the garden lights. The smile on his wife’s lips slowly dissolved all the weariness in his chest.“Vacation, huh?” Xavier murmured, as if trying to imagine the word. “It’s been a long time since I’ve heard that word in my life.”“Exactly. You need to pause for a while. We all do. Max and Isabelle have started their new life. Now it’s our turn to enjoy ours,” Liora said.Xavier looked at her for a long moment, then lowered his gaze to their two children, still asleep on the chairs.“Maybe you’re right. They’re growing so fast, I don’t want to miss it.”“So?” Liora asked teasingly.Xavier raised an eyebrow. “You’ve already planned everything, haven’t you?”Liora pretended to look away. “Maybe a little.”“Liora,” Xavier’s voice was half a laugh, half resignation. “You’re always one step ahead of me.”The next morning, the Wrenford house was filled with the aroma of breakfast and the sight of suitcases lined up by the door. Ev
In the Wrenford mansion’s backyard, white tents stood tall, adorned with neatly arranged fresh flowers along the path. It was a big day for Max, the man who had stood beside Xavier from the very beginning, from boardrooms to moments of crisis.Xavier stood on the upper balcony, gazing down. From there, he could see Max in a light gray suit talking with guests. His steps were steady, yet Xavier noticed the small movement of Max’s hand, the way he tapped his fingers against his pants whenever he felt nervous.Isabelle, his sister, had just stepped out of the house accompanied by Liora. A simple white gown graced her figure, her hair tied up in a soft bun decorated with tiny pearls. Liora adjusted her veil while Evan and Elis stood on the steps, each holding a small basket of flowers.“Dad, can I throw the petals now?” Evan asked impatiently.“Not yet,” Xavier replied, patting his son’s shoulder. “After Aunt Isabelle walks, then you can throw them, okay?”Elis nodded, her expression seri
A few days after that, Xavier’s house returned to its usual rhythm: the sound of small footsteps, short bursts of laughter, and first words that were not always clear in meaning but always made Liora smile.That morning Evan walked with enthusiastic little limping steps, dragging a cloth lion doll that had once been a gift from Liora. Elis, calmer but just as curious, followed behind carrying a bottle cap she considered a treasure.“Do not fight over it…” Liora warned before anything happened. But of course, she was too late, Elis grabbed the lion’s tail and Evan immediately screamed in protest.Xavier appeared from the kitchen with two slices of toast. “Good morning.”Evan immediately ran toward Xavier and hugged his father’s leg. Xavier lifted the child with one arm as if his body had no weight.“Hey, little fighter.”“Papa?” Evan mumbled half asleep.Elis saw that from Liora’s arms and began whining, asking to be carried too.Xavier laughed. “Alright, alright. Social justice applie







