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IN OUR HOUSE

Dad Marcello was feeling pretty fucked up. His wife, Gemma, was hospitalized and declared to have had a stroke, although it was still mild. His daughter, Jesslyn, has no desire to improve her family.

Jean. - Inner Dad Marcello

He entered the room where Mom Gemma was being treated. Seeing the state of his wife who was so weak, Dad Marcello seemed to lose his grip on life. He and Gemma have been together since college.

His phone shook, he finally came out of the room because he did not want to disturb the calmness of Mom Gemma. No name appeared, making Dad Marcello a little hesitant to raise his call.

"Hello."

"Mr Marcello Archer, my name is Wesley Bold. I want to ...."

Hearing what Wesley said, Dad Marcello rushed home and prepared for his departure. He entrusted his wife to the doctors and nurses, while Jesslyn to the servants at the Archer residence.

In less than 2 hours, he had arrived at the airport in London, England. The goal here is actually only one, namely to meet his daughter who he has hurt his heart. Maybe his apology is too late, but he will do it anyway.

Dad Marcello was picked up by the Orlando Family driver. He will be transferred to the Orlando Mansion, where Jeanette is located.

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The door opened and he went inside after being ushered in by a servant. His eyes immediately looked towards the princess whom he had longed for so much. However, he knew Jeanette must have been very disappointed in him.

"Dad ...," Jeanette stood up as she watched Dad Marcello arrive. His longing for the middle-aged man seemed to cover up all the disappointment that had once been in his heart. He still remembers how much affection and warm embrace he always gets.

Jeanette's feet moved and approached Dad Marcello. He immediately hugged the middle-aged man. Sip the fragrant fragrance of a Dad and feel back the warmth of his embrace.

"Dad misses you" Dad Marcello hugged her tightly.

The interaction of the two was of course witnessed by Mr George Orlando and Wesley. Wesley got up and approached.

"Please sit down, sir," Wesley directed his hand to have Dad Marcello sit next to Mr. Orlando, where he had been sitting. Jeanette sat in her place and Wesley was next to her.

Dad Marcello shook Orlando's hand before he sat down. Broadly speaking, he already knew the purpose of his arrival there. It's just that he's still a little blur at some things.

"Sorry before, I invited you here on the spur of the moment" said Mr. Orlando.

"It's okay. I'm so happy to be back with my daughter, Jeanette," Dad Marcello said. Actually, he really wanted to take Jeanette to go somewhere and hear all the stories of the past 5 years. What's he doing? Where does he live? And many other things.

"Do you ever feel like you've met me?" ask Mr. Orlando.

Dad Marcello looked towards Mr. Orlando, then shook his head.

"You may not remember me, but I remember you. 30 years ago, we stood together, next to each other. You're standing in front of the operating room, while I'm standing in front of the delivery room."

Dad Marcello recalled that time, when his eldest daughter was pronounced dead. Along with that, there was an accident that claimed the lives of both parents.

"Ohh, I remember a little. You wait for your wife to give birth. Your daughter's age should be the same as mine, Jeanette," Dad Marcello said.

"Ahh, sorry," said Dad Marcello, "I remember, I saw a nurse come out with a cloth full of blood."

Wesley's eyes squinted slightly, then looked towards Mr. Orlando.

"But isn't Jeanette your adopted daughter?" ask Mr. Orlando.

Dad Marcello sighed softly, "just like you, my daughter is dead too. At that time, my wife was bleeding heavily, so our baby couldn't be saved."

"I'm sorry if I open your old wounds. But may I ask you something?" ask Mr. Orlando.

"Please" replied Dad Marcello.

"Where did you find Jeanette?"

Dad Marcello looked and stared at his daughter's bead, a different kind of eye from his family. Her daughter never realized she was any different.

"That night, I also got word that both of my parents had an accident. I went straight to the hospital where my parents were taken. On the way, I stopped at a stop. I saw a baby wrapped in cloth, just laid out. My chaotic thoughts back then, made me take it and will take it home. I'll take it to my wife as our daughter's replacement. I never told her that our daughter died because she didn't want to be shocked and her health to drop" said Dad Marcello.

"Mr Marcello, personally I am very grateful that you made such a decision. You cared for and raised him very well and lovingly" said Mr Orlando.

"But I disappointed him. I can't be a good Dad. Even I ruined his marriage, too" still holds a regret in Dad Marcello.

"Dad ...," Jeanette wanted to get up and get close to Dad Marcello. Seeing Dad Marcello made Jeanette sad. He knew that at that time Dad Marcello must also be faced with a very difficult decision.

Suddenly Mr. Orlando got up from his seat. He bowed before Dad Marcello, "Thank you for everything you've done for Jeanette over the past 30 years. I don't know how to repay all your good graces."

Dad Marcello was a little confused by what Mr. Orlando was doing, but he caught one thing, "What are you?"

"Yes, I'm the real father of Jeanette" said Mr. Orlando.

That made Dad Marcello and Jeanette turn their heads. Wesley swiftly gave Dad Marcello a map, where DNA tests between Mr Orlando and Jeanette revealed a 99% similarity%

Jeanette was still standing. He did not believe in the reality that was before him suddenly. Mr. Orlando looked towards Jeanette, the eyes of the two meeting.

"May I ask for a first hug from my daughter? My biological daughter?" Mr. Orlando stretched his hand out slightly. He didn't expect Jeanette to give him a hug, because he knew the truth was coming too soon. Mr. Orlando accidentally brings in Dad Marcello, to let Jeanette know that he didn't throw away his daughter or abandon her.

Jeanette was silent for a long time, until Mr. Orlando lowered his hands. He sighed slowly and closed his eyes.

"Dad" a warm embrace he felt was holding her. Being called Dad for the first time, made his heart seem to fly. Inwardly, he murmured as if he were talking to his wife, Elizabeth.

I found it, baby. I hugged our daughter. Look, he's here, in our house. You must have seen it from up there - inner Mr. Orlando while returning his daughter's embrace.

"Thank you," Mr. Orlando peeked at Jeanette's head. It brought happiness to Wesley, but also sorrow to Dad Marcello. His position has now been replaced.

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