Grandfather Robert's Will
Chapter 51's

For what happened in his life made him appreciate the small things that he had never considered important. Waking up in the middle of a warm bed watched the moans of rain fall while flames in the fire flared up beside him. He learned that every second in life is a precious thing.

He had considered it would be a day to return to the apartment and pack his belongings. But it's more than just packing, it's time to make a decision.

He would not extend the rent of his boutiques and apartments.he had to accompany and take responsibility for his Grandfather's old servants. Though once determined to take responsibility only for herself and her work, Rachel makes that decision without her regret.

And Jenson was involved in it.

Rachel promised in her heart that she would have no regrets.

Ever since they went to Jenson's apartment to deal with the problem of breaking into her apartment, Jenson kept her distance, with apparent unease. Although the two of them understood her reason just in case, Rachel felt that the two of them had been harmed because of the incident they were keeping a distance from each other.

The police investigation did not satisfy them. Each member of their family has an alibi for one or more of those incidents. So far it seems like the investigation has yielded multiple results. Ever since the police intervened, strange things haven't happened again. No more unknown phones, shadows in the woods, fake messages. That, as Rachel had predicted, had created an uproar.

Along with that came a letter from Bianca Cornelia who had the idea that Robert’s was a haunted house that was very creepy. Jenson had a two-minute phone call with Morgan, who condemned the family business, overreacting, and a variety of nonsense. Uncle Yagil, with his usual style, had sent out a telegram with a short message:

Police and criminals? Looks like you two are playing with each other.

The police lab has confirmed the veracity of the results of previous analysis of champagne, Randall conducted his investigation slowly and quietly. Jenson and Rachel did what they've been doing for weeks.

Jenson doesn't know how Rachel can hold him. While walking across the narrow path that Rachel had cleared, she wondered how she could endure so quietly while she herself was ready to chew on glass. It only takes a few days for him to be left in uncertainty to realize that it is worse when nothing happens. Waiting for others to act was the most severe torture for him. Until she's sure Rachel's safe, she can't relax. Until he can strangle someone's neck, he won't be satisfied. He is caught up in an inactivity that is slowly starting to drive him crazy. Passing through Rachel's workshop, he glanced into it.

The house looked big and stupid with a rainwater stub dripping on the roof and tumbling from the roof shower to the shutters. The scenery fits in the book, he thought, a gloomy, foggy gothic feel. As in a fairy tale, the shades are gloomy. Maybe someday he himself will intertwine stories about it, but for now, that place is just his home.

With his hands set in his pockets, Jenson watched as smoke billowed from the chimney. It seems stupid, but he always liked it. The longer he stayed in it, the more convinced he was that he was destined to live there. She still wonders how Rachel reacted to her decision to stay after six months.

His final script for the season has already begun. It was the only episode that would be on a glass screen before the show was aired back in the fall. He could, as he often does, take a few weeks off in early spring and find a warm, noisier beach to calm his mind. He could be fishing, relaxing, and enjoying the view of women with minimal berbikini. Jenson knew he wasn't going anywhere.

In the last few days, he has been busy tweaking the script for a big film. He had thought about it before, but somehow, something was always hindering. He can write it here, he knows it. He can perfect it here with Rachel who is nearby at this time, working while criticizing his work so that he is more determined to make it better. But he's still waiting. Waiting for something else to happen, waiting to discover who the person who used fear and intimidation was trying to drive them away. And first, he waited for Rachel. Until the woman gives him full trust, without coercion, until Rachel gives up her heart indefinitely, he still has to wait.

His hands were clenched and then loosened. He wants to act.

Jenson checks the door, and is satisfied that Rachel is holding her speech to lock it from the inside. “Rachel, are you okay in there?” The door with the side of his fist. The so-called opened the door with a drill in hand. After glancing for a moment at her reddish face and tangled hair, Jenson raised her hand with her palm facing out. “I'm unarmed.”