Chapter 70

Maria turned to the sound of the door creaking open. Turning his gaze from the sight of the capital's lights outside the glass window to the man wearing a black shirt who is now walking towards.

"How? Has he come?" asked Maria impatiently.

Like longing that becomes an addiction. Made Maria almost like a traveler who lost his way home. The woman's love had been carried by Sam in his arms and now disappeared like swallowed by the earth.

"Not yet, Mommy!" said the man who sat his body on the bench in Maria's room. Put a bucket of flowers on the table.

Maria glanced, at the bucket of her favorite lilies. The flower delivery must have come from someone closest to Maria. Because no one knows about Maria's favorite flower.

"Who sent these flowers?" Maria asked turning her gaze to Carlos. One of Maria's subordinates.

"Miss Ara, earlier she left this flower to the waiters downstairs," said Carlos.