The Bodyguard's
Morning Greeting

"Karl," said Fabiola softly. He greeted Carlo who was standing on the balcony of the room. It was the first morning for Carlo, as the supreme power of the Red Wolf Clan.

Carlo immediately looked over. He smiled as he walked over to the mother who was standing in the doorway. Lovingly, Charles kissed the two hands of the woman who had given birth to him. "Good morning, ma'am," said Carlo, who then closed his eyes, as he received a warm kiss on the forehead from Fabiola.

"How did you sleep last night?" ask Fabiola. The middle-aged woman invited her only son to sit on a pair of rattan chairs on the balcony.

"I slept well, Mom. It feels very tired" Carlo said. "What about you?"

"Just like you, too, honey. I still think that this is just a dream, when I can come back here again. I thought moments like this would never come back into my life." Fabiola tasted the warm drink he had brought and had put it before greeting the son.

"After almost three years, this time I felt the refreshing air of Russia. However, I will go first to Italy for a few days" Carlo said.

"You're gonna leave me here?" Fabiola was about to protest. "Just this time we meet again after a long time, and you will instead ...." The middle-aged woman did not have time to continue her words, because she first saw the look of blue eyes that looked so melancholy. "Oh ...." Fabiola had no power to speak anymore.

"There's a little business I have to deal with with with Grigori. It's about the gemstones" explained Carlo while tasting a drink made by his mother.

"How long are you going to be gone?" ask Fabiola without taking his eyes off the child.

"Eitherway. Maybe four, five, or .. one week," said Carlo unsure. Just then, the tail of his eyes saw the presence of Grigori there. "Good morning, Grigori," said the handsome man later. Carlo's eye-to-eye implied something, as he stared at one of his seniors.

"Good morning, my lord. Isadora says that you want to talk ...." Grigori glanced at Fabiola for a moment. "Good morning, Madam. How was this morning?" treat it politely and respectfully.

"Very amazing, Grigori. I'm glad I got back to sleep in this place." Fabiola smiled softly at his late husband's loyal former adviser.

“It's a shame to miss the party last night, Madam,” regretted Grigori.

“You know that I don't feel ready for it yet. I still have a huge trauma at parties and crowds. Two things that always remind me of ... to ..”Fabiola seemed powerless to continue his words. “Ah, stop. I'd better see Isadora first and help her.”

“Mother, you don't have to do that. There are hundreds of servants and bodyguards in this place,” prevent Carlo.

“I'm also used to working, son. Living in a convent for decades has kept me active in many things. I will even become tired if I do nothing,” said Fabiola while laughing slowly. He left Carlo and Grigori alone on the balcony.

Grigori, who initially noticed the madam walking outside, now turned to Carlo, who was looking at her sharply. “Is there anything you want to ask me, Mister?” tanyanya politely.

“Say something, Grigori. How much do you feel loyal to me?” Carlo asked back in a cold, flat tone.

“You must have known the answer, My Lord. I've sacrificed everything up to this second for the great master and also you of course,” Grigori replied diplomatically.

“I don't understand what you mean, Mr.” The old man lowered his head, then slightly bowed before the young master.

“Three years ago when we were just starting this fight, I've ordered you to keep an eye on every detail of Miabella's motion and then report it to me.” Carlo turned his gaze forward. His hands tightly gripped the balcony railing.

“Don't I have done everything you wanted? Luciella even until now remains faithful to guard beside young miss Miabella,” replied Grigori.

“Then why did you never tell me that Miabella was pregnant and miscarried!” sahut Carlo's. His tone sounded so firm.

Grigori was stunned for a moment to hear Carlo's words. He became stammered and confused as he responded. “Where did you find out about it, Mr?” ask carefully.

“Mr Adriano told me everything. Bella got pregnant shortly after I left, then miscarried.” Carlo scooped his face rough, then ruffled his hair in annoyance. “Is that why Bella hates me?” thought. “I wasn't there. I can't stand by in the hardest moments of his life.” Carlo continued to fumble with a look of despair.

“Trust, Sir. All that I did for a much bigger purpose,” Grigori firmly.

“Oh yes?” Carlo intonation rises. He also confronts the body entirely in the confidants of his late father. “What is more important than life? Bella is pregnant, Grigori! She's pregnant with my son! I should have been a father and cradled a toddler by now!”

“Ya, Sir. You're correct. Nothing is more important than life. Including the lives of everyone you saved from the abomination of Viktor Drozdov,” reply the old man was wise.

“I did deliberately not tell you the bad news, Sir. I don't want your concentration to be split. We need to stay on the chosen path. Then, look now, Young Master. Look around you!” Grigori reached out and pointed her hand towards the surroundings.

“You have succeeded. Because of you, little by little we can gather followers. You train them to be tough and loyal soldiers. You also manage to engage in diplomacy with governments and secret forces. Slowly but surely, you gather strength until it can become as big as it is now. Isn't that worth it?” grigori kalem.

“Setimpal you say? If I don't remember justice for my father, mother, and two brothers, I would have chosen to remain by Chiabella's side,” Carlo growled. His blue eyes lit up brightly, as bright as the sun that morning.

“For what power and material things do I have, if I can't get Miabella's heart, Grigori? Everything feels in vain. I did all this for her too. But, look at it. She was even disgusted when she saw me.” Carlo looked down deeply. Many times he took a deep breath to calm all the feelings that raged in the chest.

“You can get any woman, Sir,” Grigori said trying to cheer up.

“I don't want any woman, Grigori!” carlo snapped very firmly. He usually loses control. “I just want Miabella.” His tone then lowered, even sounding so slow.

Implied pain from Carlo's words, made Grigori go silent for a moment. “Young master." Grigori tried to explain again.

However, the blue-eyed handsome man first raised his hand as a signal for him to be silent.

“I don't want to know. Either way, I have to get Miabella back. He's just mine. No one can approach her, and you're a Grigori!” Carlo pointed one index finger right in front of the chest of the trust advisor. “You're on duty to find a way for us to get back together!” with full emphasis.