Waiting For a Girl Like You

Mr. Nicholas was well aware just how much you had to go through, and for that reason, Mr. Marcus will have no choice but to pay for all the horrible things he had done. As of the moment, everyone is under the assumption that you're really gone, making Mr. Marcus the victor of the battle for the family inheritance by default. As the saying goes, 'Losers are always in the wrong.' I'm sure you know full well just how capable Mr. Marcus is of telling lies. He may very well come up with some sort of excuse and somehow get away with it unpunished."

Terence quickly had his eyebrows deeply furrowed at the thought of that. In everyone else's eyes, he was but a mere dead man, and of course, dead men tell no tales. So, people were going to be bound to believe whatever Marcus ended up telling them.

"I know this is not quite fair. But, you have to patiently wait around for the time being. As for Mr. Marcus and his group of supporters, well, the bigger they come, the harder they fall. So, when the right time comes, we'll expose the truth to the public and show every piece of evidence we have. And by then, Mr. Marcus will finally get what he deserves.

As for the matters concerning the family, you can leave them to Mr. Nicholas. He said he will take care of everything else himself. Please make no doubt about, and you can rest assured that everything's going to be okay. So, you don't have to worry about a thing."

Race assumed an encouraging tone. Turning his gaze over to Carla, wearing a big smile on his face, he continued, "Miss Carla, that was very fearless of you to go on your own and jump at the jaws of death all for the sake of Mr. Terence. I can't express just how thankful we are for your faithfulness. Mr. Nicholas had been utterly moved by what you have done for his precious grandson.

He stated that you are truly the one made for Mr. Terence. From this day forward, the only thing you have to do is to stay by Mr. Terence's side and take good care of him. As for your future, there's no need for you to worry about that as well."

Lowering her gaze a little, Carla seemed so deep in thought. During his early days, Nicholas had been through innumerable hardships. It appeared that he was keen-eyed enough to be able to distinguish who was simply pulling his leg and who was the best option to become the family's heir.

He had even sent Race all the way to wherever that secluded house might be just to put Terence's mind at ease, letting him know that there was nothing to worry about and that all he should focus on was his health.

Carla had heard once before that Terence

avy sigh.

Giving it his best to hold back the tears, Sean quietly lowered his gaze. 'So they haven't found Terence. Then there's a good chance the rumors could be true.

But I just can't accept that, not in the slightest bit!

Terence is much too strong and powerful. I don't think there's anybody out there who can defeat him so easily!' Sean firmly believed.

Carla really hated seeing her brother so down in the dumps. Wrapping him gently in her arms, she lovingly tousled his hair. Being his older sister, she was well aware of what Sean was thinking and if she was completely being honest, she actually felt the same way. But it would be for the best for her to keep it all in, at least for now.

'Sean, I really didn't want you to go through this. But I still have faith that justice will come out on top at the end of all of this. There will be a glowing light at the end of the tunnel. And it won't be long before we reach it.

We have to steel our resolve and withstand all of the punches that they might throw at us. After we get through all of these hardships, then we can finally live a happy life. I'm sure it's all going to be worth the pain, ' Carla pondered to herself.

Carla stayed around to hang out with Sean up until dusk, but still, she had to say goodbye at the end of the day and leave the villa. Turning around, she gave the house a good hard look. The building stood there, huge and oh-so-imposing.

But Terence wasn't staying there anymore, and neither was Carla. The huge house looked so sad and lonely, and it felt much too empty.

"Oh, my gosh! Carla? Is that really you? I can't believe it! You're still alive! Where have you been?!"

Suddenly, a silhouette cropped up from out of the mist.