London, 19 June 1986

Marcellio stood in the back doorway of the large Villa he rented with his other business partners, his eyes fixed on his youngest child who was only wearing a black bikini with other girls on the beach. His heart was restless, he couldn't continue to let his youngest daughter be like this.

His reverie was suddenly interrupted when Kaizo patted him on the shoulder, Kaizo immediately chuckled bitterly at the sight. "Your youngest daughter is beautiful,"

He said, what made Marcellio proud was that his youngest was swimming on the beach with her other friends, besides being sexy, Luniara was also good at flirting with men.

Marcellio's smile faded when he saw his first daughter standing on the shoreline, wearing a simple, beautiful white dress, covering her untouched body. His friends looked at his eldest daughter with amazed eyes, as if they're had just seen an angel descend from heaven.

"But your eldest daughter is prettier, she is patient, gentle, mysterious, rarely likes to tease men." Kaizo chuckles again.

Just now Antonio realized-- that his eldest daughter grew up with all the wounds, memories, pain and trauma that made her become quiet like that, destroying her cheerful soul.

His friends who are widowers immediately fell in love with you at first sight, you are the eldest daughter, the only daughter and biological daughter of Marcellio, not Luniara. Marcellio was silent, then spoke to Kaizo. "That's right, she looks a lot like her late mother."

Marcellio has misjudged the eldest all this time, she is a beautiful, kind-hearted girl, who is never selfish like Luniara. "I think she is growing up very well,"

Mercellio and Kaizo decided to join the others on the beach, they sat on a carpet spread out on the sand, along with his friends, colleagues and his friends' sons. "Marcellio, your eldest daughter is growing well."

Hyuza chuckled teasingly, while Marcellio could only smile in response.