My Supermodel Wife

A few minutes later, the Irwan family said goodbye while Lilia and her entourage left the waiting room.

Agung was still waiting outside the door. After seeing them come out, he smiled and stepped forward. "Satisfied?"​​

"Well, thanks for today." Leonard patted his shoulder and said in a relaxed tone.

Hearing this, Agung shook his head quickly. "Don't be so polite to me, now I will tell you what I found out. The crime committed by Trisa is too serious. If there are no obstacles, maybe she will..."

Agung gestured around his neck casually, and even if he didn't say it clearly, everyone knew that Trisa was sentenced to death.

Leonard smiled calmly, and the other three people looked just as indifferent.

Trisa was indeed to blame, none of them could sympathize with her.

She not only hurt the two children of the Irwan family, but also all those affected by her illegal drug dealing.

...

After saying goodbye to Agung, Lilia and the others walked to the side of the road one by one. Just as they were about to get into the car, Janice ran with a worried face toward them.

"Lilia, wait ..."

She called out Lilia's name as she shouted.

Lilia stood near the door and looked back. Her gaze met Janice's, waves appeared in her eyes.

Even if there were blood ties, in reality, there was still a great distance between them.

At this moment, she saw Janice running towards her, looking so panicked.

Her mother stood still, panting a little anxiously. When she saw Lilia, tears pooled in her red eyes and the corners of her lips moved. With great effort, the words finally came out. "Lilia, I'm sorry!"

Janice's tone was serious, the expression in her eyes was complicated. She looked like she was blaming herself for everything that had happened.

The woman pursed her lips, hesitantly reached out and took Lilia's hand. "Lilia, I'm sorry. I'm so stupid that you have to suffer."

She apologized twice in a row, Janice tried her best to hold back her emotions, but she couldn't hide her sadness.

Lilia looked at her palm that Janice was holding and smiled faintly. "You don't need to apologize. Overall, you actually didn't do anything wrong."

Compared to Janice's sadness, Lilia seemed calm.

Hearing the voice, Janice looked at her with hot eyes and asked, "Lilia, can you forgive me? I ask you to forgive your father and grandfather too, we were all totally deceived, but never once we denied your existence as a member of our family!"

"I know!" Lilia smiled and nodded. "Don't worry, I'm not angry. There's no need to feel guilty like that. Sis Mellisa… she is suffering a lot more than me. You better apologize to her."

When Janice heard her suggestion, she immediately turned her gaze to Mellisa, who was still standing still beside a nearby car.

She squeezed Lilia's palm hard, and when she let go, she quickly walked over to Mellisa and hugged her the next second. She bursted out crying and said, "Mellisa, I'm sorry! Please forgive me and your dad! We really aren't good parents!"

Janice cried loudly as she continued to apologize, her heart was now completely broken.

In all her life, she had never felt as stupid as she was now.

When Lilia appeared in her life, why did she hesitate? When she found out that Leila wasn't her son, why was she reluctant to let her go?

It's even hard for Janice to forgive herself!

Lilia and Mellisa were her own blood, but they almost died at the hands of Leila.

Her heart seemed to have been stabbed by someone with a sharp knife, and it hurt her a lot.

Mellisa's voice choked and her eyes felt a little hot. She was hugged by her mother and felt her deep sorrow. She sighed and patted her on the back. "Mom, it's all over."

Janice cried and shook her head. She still wanted to talk, but she didn't know what else to say other than 'I'm sorry.'

In an instant, Mellisa pulled her hand and returned her mother's hug with a warm hug. They looked at each other with teary eyes.

Mellisa choked and said, "Mom, it's okay, don't blame yourself anymore! Please take care of your health, and I want to go out for a while... I wish you, father and grandfather well!"

Janice seemed to shake her body, trying to hold back the feeling that almost exploded inside her heart and nodded. "I know you're busy, but later... remember to come home more often when you have time."

Mellisa tried to catch her breath, lifted her fingertips and wiped the tears on her face. "Yes, we'll be back when it's all over."

She promised to come back and visit them often. Maybe this promise sounded like a visit by a married woman who sometimes came to her parents' house and walked around.

...

Janice couldn't hold back her tears as the two luxury cars left and gradually disappeared.

Maybe this was the best.

Her two children did not complain or get upset, they accepted it gracefully.

She didn't know how many years it would take to heal the wounds in everyone's hearts.

Janice stood on the street alone for a very long time.

Until her shoulders sank, her side eye caught Richard's worried look.

The man sighed and gave her a hug. "Don't cry, it's all over. We will make up with our children and be a family again in the future."

"Alright…" Janice nodded with a smile.

She also wanted to go back to being their mother, but she didn't know if there was still a chance in this life.

Not long after, the Irwan family members returned to the corridor in front of the living room.

From a distance, Janice saw the old man standing beside the iron fence in front, constantly talking to Randell.

Randell was seen sitting paralyzed on the floor, his eyes dull and his mind gray.

A family of four sat in the living room, drowning in silence as they were occupied by their own thoughts.

Since then, Trisa's name had become taboo throughout the Irwan family.

Randell lost the love of his heart and his enthusiasm for life. In less than a few days, the forty-eight years old man had turned years older overnight.

Lilia heard that Randell had left the Irwan family and no one knew where he had gone.

After asking Jean about it, he learned that Randell had gone to a funeral on the outskirts of Jakarta. After Trisa's death sentence, Randell buried her there and became the guardian of her grave.

He walked and stopped at his wife's grave every day. Regardless of the season, he always came in the afternoon to sit alone in front of Trisa's grave and talked about trivial matters as if he was really talking to her.

Randell spent the second half of his life looking after Trisa at her grave!

After Simon found out about the incident, he didn't stop him. He did everything he could on his behalf and, at the same time, continued to support his two grandchildren abroad.

Since then, the Irwan family had gradually disappeared from the elites of the capital city Jakarta.

The news of Trisa's death was the last trace of the Irwan family's glory before they vanished.