Hidden Marriage With My Imperfect CEO Chapter 762
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"I don't know if he wants to punish himself or punish me and mother by not wanting to see us. Find a way to meet him and persuade him to come to our children's birthday party."
Anya has only one hope, which is her husband.
"I'll try to show a video of the kids learning to walk," Aiden said.
…
The next day, Aiden took the time to visit the prison at noon.
Since he was the one who came, Galih did not refuse to meet him this time.
"How are Anya and Indah doing?" Although he refused to meet Indah, Galih only had Anya and Indah in his mind.
Aiden looked at the man sitting across from him. Was this person still the same Galih Pratama who was once known as the king of spices?
His hair seemed to have turned gray overnight. And he also looked 10 years older than his age.
After languishing in prison, Galih finally had a chance to think clearly.
When pressing the detonator, what was really going on in Keara's mind?
At that time, Keara didn't care about Galih, Indah or Anya at all. She only felt her hatred and jealousy for Anya.
She wanted them all dead so she could be the sole heir to the Pratama Family.
She did not care about her father who raised her since childhood and was willing to help her in all situations.
She didn't care about her mother who raised her and loved her with all her heart even though they didn't share the same blood.
All she thought about was her hatred for Anya and her desire to get everything her sister had.
She was the daughter that Galih saved, even by breaking the law.
Galih could not bear to see his daughter die. He tried his best to save her and give Keara a second chance to live again. He thought that by living a new life, Keara would live in peace and happiness.
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But what did she do?
She kidnapped Anya, made the kidnapper almost kill Anya and almost killed Anya and her parents.
Galih didn't ask Aiden how the courier sent it to the wrong place. But one thing is for sure— Keara ordered a bouquet with a bomb and she wanted to give it to Anya.
This world is fair. Whoever sows bad seed will reap it themselves.
If Keara felt a little doubtful before she pressed the detonator, maybe she wouldn't be hurt like that. Unfortunately, there was not the slightest doubt in her heart when she wanted to kill Anya, Galih and Indah.
In the end, she had to taste her own rotten plan and she couldn't blame anyone for this.
"If you really care about Mother and Anya, you shouldn't refuse to meet them. Anya said you are not punishing yourself, but punishing them. They haven't done anything wrong, but you don't even want to see them," Aiden said calmly.
"I don't have the face anymore to meet them. I almost killed them!" Galih bowed his head in shame.
Aiden took out his cell phone and showed a video of Arka and Aksa walking.
"Anya told me to show it to you. Arka and Aksa can walk even though they are still not balanced," he put his cell phone on the table.
Galih looked at the phone, looking at a video that showed Arka and Aksa shaking and crying.
"Arka and Aksa are premature babies. But they can learn to walk just like normal children. They are great," said Galih.
Aiden looked at him and knew that Galih loved his two grandchildren so much.
Galih has no son, so he loves Arka and Aksa very much.
Before Keara came, Galih came to Aiden's house to visit his two grandchildren almost every day.
But after Keara came back, Galih spent all his time and energy helping Keara start her life again.
Unfortunately, Keara disappoints Galih once again.
Keara doesn't want to be Agnes or hand over the Pratama Group's legacy to Anya. She was not willing if Anya got her share, even if it was only a quarter.
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Seeing his two grandchildren from the video, tears rolled down Galih's face.
That day, Indah and Anya asked him if he regretted saving Keara.
But what good is regret? There's no point in crying over spilt milk.
Now he can't watch his two grandchildren grow up. He could not spend his old age with his wife. He knew that Indah's health was not good enough, but he left her alone instead.
"Anya hopes that you can come to Arka and Aksa's birthday party. I've consulted a lawyer. Since you turned yourself in, I can make sure you can get out even if it's only for a moment," said Aiden.
"Aiden, I'm not coming. It is a very important event for your family. I hope you are happy with your own family," Galih bowed his head and fell silent.
Aiden took his phone back and his eyes were cold. "I want to know. Anya and Keara are both your daughters, but why do you love Keara more?"
Galih smiled bitterly. "Before Keara was born, my life was quite difficult. Her presence in my life made everything so much better. Right when she was born, my company started to grow and thrive."
"So you love her because she brings you good luck?" Aiden sneered.
Galih understands that Aiden views him as overly believing in mystical and nonsensical things. "I know you must think I'm too superstitious. But when I lost Anya, Indah brought Keara back to me. I believe that she is my lucky star. I won't be able to live without Keara. Without her, my life would not be as successful as this," he said.
Aiden took a deep breath, trying to contain himself. He felt Galih was really unfair to Anya.
Just thinking that Keara is his lucky star, he tried his best to protect her, even if it had to hurt Anya.
"Now, there is no Keara anymore. Maybe you'll see the Pratama Group crumble too," Aiden said coldly.
Galih laughed at himself. "That's why I'm grateful to have you here. You won't let Pratama Group go bankrupt and you will give it to Anya."
A smile appeared on Aiden's face. He did not deny what Galih said because it was true.
"I will never let Anya suffer. If she is forced to lead the Pratama Group, I will send someone to help her. I won't let anyone hurt her. If you know that, why do you still consider Keara your lucky star? Do you think I can't beat your fake lucky star?"
"Aiden, you are also a father. I saved Keara not only because she made my life so much luckier, but because she is my biological daughter, and my first child," said Galih.
Aiden understands. In his own family, his father was much more respectful of his brother.
If only his brother hadn't died in that poisoning, Aiden would not have had a chance to shine.
"To Keara, no matter what you do, you will never be a good father in her eyes. Even though you gave everything for her, she will blame you every night in prison because you love her less and can't save her anymore. But Anya is different. Since childhood, she lacked love from her father. If you give her a little warmth, she will love you back tenfold."
Aiden took out the invitation he was carrying and placed it in front of Galih. "Think again about children's birthday parties. I've arranged everything. Just say whether you want to come or not."
"Aiden, Anya… Is Anya still blaming me? She must have been very sad when she found out that I loved her sister more. I am sorry. I'm embarrassed to meet her and the kids…" Galih couldn't continue his sentence anymore.
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