Criminal: I Love Criminals!
Longs

All the explanations from Aunt Rosy hypnotized me, pierced my heart.

that's how Morgan prepared everything, he re-deceived me by pretending to be okay.Where are you now, villain? if you really have not come to me even as a spirit, let me hold you tight one last time, let us do farewell in the right way.

This moment drives me crazy, like I'm dealing with a dream that I didn't expect to come, makes me want to wake up. Even if it's real, may I keep hoping?

"Morgan.". "I Whimper...

aunt Rosy gently rubbed my back to strengthen, then she got up to pick something up in the closet.

"This is Miss, sir leave this all to me."

a surprise I saw back in my heart, when Aunt Rosy gave me a notebook and a savings book.

"It still uses my name, miss. later we submit a change of ownership to the bank. sir, can not use his name because the work will certainly make the business more runyam. You hope that the lady will be able to rise up and be independent."

it's hard for me to believe, he gave me a huge amount of money.he really wanted me to carry out his real father's wish, which was to resume the throne of the company. Morgan has prepared this all very mature.Is this a sign of your love Morgan?

another one about the book he wrote, Isabella: Love that lara. I open sheet by sheet of his book, all written with his hands directly. so that the value of his memories is very thick and strong. I can imagine how he wrote this when he was free and when I fell asleep, under the dim light he sat bare-chested with the tip of a pen that he occasionally bit when he was out of words.

I could not hide the deep sadness, I could not bear the tears that continued to creep in the eye.

that night, I was crying all over in aunt Rosy's arms.

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day after day passed, I lived time without the presence of Morgan again by my side. busied myself not to continue to dissolve in sadness, but still I miss his presence in every breath.

every once in a while, when I really miss her, I go back to our old house.I enjoy every corner of the room while imagining Morgan's presence.sometimes, sometimes, I think, the shadows of his memories are so thick that my tears flowed back.it was bitter when I remembered your face, Morgan...

I sat on the porch of the room, as Morgan used to do in the afternoon while enjoying coffee, he read the newspaper.the difference is that I did not read the newspaper, but the book written by him. a book about our sad journey of love.

until when I was almost washed away at the opening word, came Lily and Anthony suddenly appeared in front of the house.

"Sister?! sister Bella?!"

"What's up?" I said get up from the balcony chair.

"Aunt Rosy told brother to come home, there's a guest!"

"Who?" this time I screamed again.

"No idea brother!"

all right, I'm quite curious.who's the guest who came this afternoon? after all, it's been a while since no one has ever visited the parlour.Maybe Aunt Rosy needs my help to deal with it.

I immediately tidied up the items and closed all the doors.

"Morgan, I'll go home, okay?!" I said, and then I went down to Anthony and Lily.

we walked slowly down the quiet and dusty streets.I held the hands of the two children, until we arrived back at the home. my heart was pounding after I remembered the familiar car number.

I quickly stepped inside the house, until I found Aunt Rosy and the guest sitting together in the front room.

these eyes were perfectly rounded when I found out who the guest in question was, the humble old woman, whom I had forgotten.

"Mother?"

Mom came up to me and hugged me.

"Ishabella! I miss you so much, I thought you were really kidnapped by criminals like David said! thank goodness I can see you again!" mom moans while holding me. My feelings are mixed, I miss mom too.

"I miss you too." I replied "How did you know I was here?"

"Someone called my mother this afternoon, saying that you live in a parlour in this deserted town. Mom was so moved, almost in disbelief.but she tried better to try first, first, and thankfully you are really here."

"Someone?" I said in my heart, I turned my eyes to Aunt Rosy, but Aunt Rosy shook her head. That's not the culprit, then who?

"We're going home, right? back home." said Mommy back.

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