After the press conference, Victor took Monica and Thalia Summers back to the Royal View Residence.
"You take Mom to freshen up, I'll make something for you to eat." Victor gently stroked Monica's hair, reminding her, "Today, you're allowed to cry... but only today."
Monica nodded, then pulled Thalia into her cloakroom: "Mom, wear my clothes for now."
Thalia glanced around their home; although it was such a large villa, it didn't feel desolate at all. Even with just two people, it felt like a tiny family home attentively maintained by a loving couple. Looking at the couple photos, Thalia felt a pang in her heart, praising, "Monica, you and Victor are truly well-matched."
"And, why is he cooking?"
"As long as he is not too busy, he always cooks, and he doesn't like me going into the kitchen to protect my legs." Monica found some home clothes and handed them to Thalia, "If you like it here, you can move in."
