The Warm Home
Season 3 Chapter 5

"Sir Edward, you just got home?. From now on, Mrs Grace is waiting for you here to enjoy dinner together." Said a male servant carrying a basket.

"Ohhh... Where is my wife now?" Edward asked while massaging his temple. He looks very dizzy and tired.

"I'm sorry, I don't know. Excuse me" said the waiter.

Grace who was discharged from the garden, looking from a distance, someone who was sitting leaning on the living room sofa.

"Dear." Call her. Edward looked back at his wife's voice. He walked quickly to his wife and hugged her tightly. Grace knew her husband was in trouble so she didn't ask anything.

"My head is dizzy. I haven't eaten since lunch." Said whispering.

"Sorry, I forgot to make you stuff..." Legally.

"It's okay. Come with me to eat after that, you sleep first. Oh yeah I just want to eat in the room." Grace nodded. She was already sleepy but, could not bear to leave her husband to dinner alone.

Workroom

George checked the finances of his company, F&G Group, with his late wife. He seemed happy because everything was going well.

Mother's taste, his company in the culinary field is expanding. No one is bored with the menu of the restaurant that Felicia, his late wife serves. The menu at the restaurant was his late wife's favorite meal. From Asia and Europe.

They really like to travel around the world to taste the typical food of the country. While traveling around Spain, the idea came from Felicia to build a restaurant with menus that are his favorite foods from countries that he and George had visited.

Yep, his culinary company is not his. He has only one company in the textile industry.

Her name is Ashley Style. Wearing the name of his late mother because since childhood, his mother was the one who set the style of his clothes even until he grew up and George liked it.

Not infrequently, his face looked sad because his work was always related to the people he loved so much. Since his wife's death, he has urged his second son to run F&G Group. But, his son refused because he was not interested in entering the business world. He prefers the world of health and medicine.

"Huh! Why don't my kids take care of it? I'm actually tired of working. I just want to relax, enjoy my old age." George said, staring at his computer screen.

Zack only smiled faintly at his complaints. It's not just once your master has said he wants to quit his job. George had said it for years but, in reality, he could not let go. Many reasons one of them is not willing to disappoint his late beloved wife.

"Please try." Zack thrusts a piece of Raka's tiramisu cake and a glass of warm milk in front of his Master. George looked at the beautiful piece of cake and ate it. His eyes were closed permeating the delicacy of the cake. Sweetness is snug and soft.

Her once-injured inner self gradually recovered after meeting her new granddaughter. Especially when she heard her daughter-in-law was pregnant, her happiness increased.

"Is there more?" Ask George. Without realizing it, the cake was over. The milk was also finished he drank. "It seems, Mr. George is starving." Inner Zack.

"It's time to go to sleep, sir." Zack Sahut. George clucked in annoyance. Then he cleaned his mouth and tidied up the paper he had checked. Not to forget, turn off the computer before moving from his desk.

Just as Zack opened the door, he saw Edward wanting to say something. His eyes were on George. George understood that his nephew was in trouble and needed his help.

"Mr Edward, now it's time for Mr. George to sleep.". Edward nodded slowly.

"I hope, tomorrow morning Uncle has time for us to talk. This is an important issue and must be addressed immediately." Edward said with a faint smile. George looked at Edward's back, which was moving away. His heart and mind became unsettled. The hunch, the problem in question is about the NathaLey company.

"Did Jonathan tell you something?" George asked when he arrived at his room. Zack shook his head.

"I haven't checked the email, sir." He answered while taking his pajamas.

"Comeout. Your job's done." Said George. Zack is retreating. He came out of his master's room and walked down the stairs with a sharp look. His eyes glanced to the left right, feeling that something was awkward when he just came out of his master's room.

"Well! Something's not right. This mansion is not safe."

His inner. He walked into someone's room and locked the door.

(Whose room is Hayoo?)

M City

"Waaah! This time I went to a food festival! I only know from Raka's story. Yes, he said this is a paradise for food lovers. I want to buy ahh too! Sorry, Raka. I used your money first." Raphael said in his heart.

His eyes twinkled at the pleasant sight before his eyes. There was a lot of food that he had never tried from different countries. Some are from France, China, Japan, etc. He walked around the place alone.

Actually, he went with Carl. Zevan, his father Carl and Casey and cousin George deliberately told Carl who accompanied Raphael so that they became more familiar.

"Hey, kid! Do you have the money to buy this?" Carl asked while looking at her beautiful hair. The man wanted to find out more about who this purple hair boy was and why not cut it short like a man in general.

"I have money. But, this is my brother's money. I borrowed it first." He answered while looking around. His eyes could not escape the snacks that made him hungry suddenly.

Suddenly, Carl pulls him to a quiet place and then pulls something out of the crackle that he had been carrying. Dark brown colored hood robes. He told Raphael to wear it so that no one would wonder about his hair.

"Like a witch's cloak." Mumbled. He also wears it directly. Not to forget, he trim and tie back his hair so that it is not visible. After that, they returned to the festival. Carl notices his behavior is quite adorable but, the prestige to admit it.

"Well! I didn't realize I had bought this much. Had Raka been with me, it would have been even more fun." His inner. His head turned in all directions until he turned his body, looking for Carl's whereabouts.

His heart was racing, he was separated from the man.

"Carl! Where is she??"

Finally, he asked the people around him however, the answers were all the same. Didn't see where the guy named Carl went.

Raphael decided to leave the festival and immediately went home but, halfway through, he got lost. His body trembled, cold sweat pouring down. He doesn't know where he is now.

"Raka.... Help me!"

Raphael turned around but he got lost. The trees were dense and there was the melodious sound of owls everywhere.

"I just got out of the festival. It can't end that fast. Me where?! Something must be wrong!"

Panic, worry, fear all mixed up. He was alone in a dark place.

Suddenly someone smothered his mouth from behind and dragged him into the bushes and....

Bugh!

"ah! S**lan! How dare you hit me!" Said the man.

"I have to get out of here!" Looking at Raphael who was about to run away, the person immediately got his foot and finally the boy fell down. He pulled his leg and

Maidservant!

Raphael struck the man with a wooden stick that was in his grasp. Suddenly, there was a fishy smell of blood before him. His body was trembling in fear. He was afraid that the person he hit just now, died.

"Buck! Where're you?!"

Shouts someone calling him. It was Carl's voice, his heart felt somewhat calm. He threw away the stick and walked after the voice.

"You! Why did it get here?!" Snap Carl.

"Don't scold him! Raphael, come. Let's go home. You must be feeling exhausted." Zevan stroked Raphael's trembling back. His eyes scanned his surroundings. Then cover his nose with gloves.

"Something's going on."