Destiny of the Substitute Bride
53. Three Years Later.
"Momens and Gentlemen, as we begin to land, please make sure the backs of your chairs and tables are in an upright position. Also make sure your seat belt is properly linked and all luggage is stored under the seat in front of you, or in top storage. Thank you." Thank you."
The noise of the flight attendant's announcement broke Bella's daydream. The 30-year-old girl immediately took her eyes off the plane window.
"Miss is okay?" ask Viola who was there with Bella.
Bella closed her eyes for a moment, then exhaled to make her look calmer. A smile was on her beautiful face.
"Yes, I'm fine," Bella replied gently.
Viola smiled. The girl looked at Bella's condition once again. Looking for the true meaning of what he just said. However, Viola found nothing. Her employer looks much better at hiding her feelings now.
In fact, Viola understood very well what Bella was feeling right now. How not, today is the day that Bella will return to her homeland, after three years of living far abroad with Viola.
Bella's physical condition is quite bad, making Harold take the decision to send the girl abroad for the sake of undergoing better treatment. Luckily, for three years of therapy and several surgeries, his condition has now recovered, although not one hundred percent.
The young employer has short-term memory loss, and will relapse if overstressed.
However, that does not mean Bella does not know anything. Harold candidly tells Bella about his identity, which turns out to be the man's real daughter and the late wife. The existence of a DNA match between the two of them makes Bella unable to dismiss the fact.
So, what about Noah?
After Harold informs the princess that Noah has surrendered to the police willingly, in order to make amends, Bella immediately asks Harold for help in freeing her husband. However, Noah refused. The man was even reluctant to meet Bella, while visiting the toilet.
As for Jessica and Martha, they had to make amends for everything by languishing behind bars, for twenty-five and thirteen years respectively.
"On behalf of The Airlines and the entire crew, I want to thank you for joining us on this journey. We look forward to seeing you again on the flight for an opportunity to come. Have a great day!"
The announcement was heard. Viola turned his head back towards Bella, who was now looking more reserved.
A warm hug was immediately given by Bella, as soon as she saw her beloved father was waiting with Tristan and Celine.
"How are you, son?" harold asked with eyes full of longing.
"Good, Pa. Papa how?" Bella smiles. The girl then turned her gaze on Tristan and Celine to greet them kindly.
Tristan himself often visited the Werner family home to help keep Harold, in accordance with the promise he had made to Noah.
"Dad's fine." Harold nodded his head. The middle-aged man then offered Bella a walk somewhere else first before heading home. However, Bella refuses subtly.
"We'll just go home, Pa. I've missed home" Bella pinta.
Harold agreed. They get into Harold's limousine and get out of there.
Actually, Harold didn't want Bella back home. He prefers if Bella chooses to open a new page and spend her life abroad.
That guy doesn't care about the company. While still strong he was able to take back his duties as CEO. However, it was Bella who first offered to go home.
Harold knew there was one thing Bella wanted to do.
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Dozens of household assistants flocked to welcome Bella's arrival there. They cried touched to see Bella's condition in a state of good now, than the last time can be remembered.
"Welcome, Miss Arabella" said a woman dressed as a nurse who was bowing respectfully before Bella.
She is Felizha, Harold's personal nurse, who often communicates with her via telephone or video call.
"Thank you for taking care of my father all this time" Bella said politely.
Felizha. "It's my duty, miss" said the graceful woman.
They all went into the house.
A very different atmosphere can immediately feel Bella once inside the house.
"Papa replaced almost the entire household that the woman had touched. Papa doesn't want any old relics." Harold opened his voice when he noticed Bella's face.
Sure enough, there was not a single trace of Jessica there. The woman who had become queen in this house, decorated the side of the house almost 90 percent, and Harold lost it all.
Not so with Noah. The picture of the man is still clearly visible on the walls of their house. Side by side with a picture of him that he always sent to Harold.
"It feels weird to see pictures of me everywhere, Pa," Bella said with a smile.
"Nothing is weird, honey. You and Noah are Papa's beloved children." Harold hugged his daughter tightly. The two went upstairs to look around.
Walk in closet, which used to be owned by Jessica, now changed completely. The function remains the same, but there are no more belongings of the woman there.all Harold replace with Bella's belongings.
Harold said he auctioned off all of Jessica's belongings and handed her money to several orphanages, including Bella's.
The man considers it the last favor he can do as a form of penance Jessica.
"Pa, this is very excessive," said Bella as she stared at the luxury items embedded there. Some of them even engraved the girl's name.
"Nothing is excessive. You're Papa's son" said Harold.
Bella remained silent. His eyes stared deeply at one corner of the room. The corner that almost every time Bella never stepped on her foot, but the knee, just to serve Jessica.
Bella calmed herself down for a moment. He no longer wanted to remember the bitter incident.
The girl then went to the only room she really missed. What else if it wasn't Noah's room.
Although there are no sweet memories in the room, still in that place is the memory of the man he once loved was.
As soon as Bella opens Noah's room door. The smell of the man's distinctive perfume spread. Although the owner had abandoned for years, but Bella did not feel that way at all.
"Pa, I want to be here for a minute" Bella said.
Harold nodded. He gives Bella a chance to reflect on her decision.