That was a question no one can answer, except by time. At this moment, Nicolae could only surrender to fate and live his life as best he could. Maybe, years from now, he would be able to look back and accept what has happened with an open heart.
"Hmm ... then I'll also go home with Terry tomorrow to New York," Nicolae said. He finished his wine then excused himself to sleep. He couldn't be social with many people in his current state of mind.
Terry and Alaric just exchanged glances. Alaric sighed, but he could not do anything. No matter how great his wealth and power, he could not raise the dead. He had bought Marie's apartment building on Robertson Road and left her unit as it was.
Whenever Nicolae wanted to go back there, he would be able to come anytime. At least, that's all Alaric could do for his only brother. He hoped that someday Nicolae would be able to move on and find happiness, just like their father, Lauriel.
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