Why it never ends

Chapter 1112 The Balance

Although Santa had many more excuses, Hesta's question suddenly left her speechless.

Why would he be beaten for no reason?

This question sounded as if the workers had done something wrong.

"Salimah, if you think so, then I will... really do as you say." Santa paused for a moment deliberately so that Hesta could hear the warning in her words, "Once someone leaves, it's not easy to invite him back."

"Go ahead." Hesta's tone was still as calm as before.

Santa sighed loudly, and there was no helplessness in his voice, but rather a little annoyance - how could this Salima who came from somewhere else not see such a simple fact clearly?

Santa spent about half an hour to appease the workers she was familiar with. According to the agreement, she terminated the contract without reason before the scheduled working period, so she had to pay these people double their wages for the past few days as compensation.

Santa was filled with resentment and decided to go to the construction site to argue in person. As a result, she happened to run into Hesta and Ximoya - it seemed that after she left, Hesta came here in person.

"Santa!" Hesta waved at her, "Is everything done?"

"It's all done, Salima..." Santa still had a worried and concerned look on his face. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye. "Oh, Boerni, you didn't leave?"

The old carpenter laughed twice: "Why should I leave?"

Santa finally breathed a sigh of relief. She looked at Hesta and said sincerely: "...Salima, we can't let Boerni leave again. Once he leaves, there will really be no one left to make the decisions here!"

Hesta chuckled, "Vosunda!"

The old man slowly poked his head out from behind some supporting pillars: "...Hmm?"

"Come, come here." Hesta waved at her and shouted in another direction, "Eunice! Come here too!"

Several women gathered together, and Hesta solemnly introduced to Santa the old man whose tattoo on his forehead had become so blurred that it looked like a birthmark. Eunice repeated Hesta's words as a routine, while Santa listened with a stern face. Wosandta did not take the initiative to extend her hand to show friendliness.

"She is now the manager of the entire construction site. If there is anything here in the future, just look for her." Hesta ended the introduction with a final word, "That's it."

……

Afternoon, Koveshik's residence.

There is no longer the hustle and bustle of the past, and it is quiet everywhere.

Kovicik was still wearing the silk white shirt he had worn to the dinner last week, with spilled red wine smudged on his cuffs and chest. He was slumped drunkenly in an armchair, looking like he was in a daze, half asleep and half awake.

After leaving the dinner party in Arevalo that night, Kovicik decided to regain his dignity as a man - he wanted to put Hesta aside and let her know that she was not an object that could be toyed with at will.

If he gets angry, someone will have to pay the price!

However, he sat in his mansion for a long time without even a greeting from Hesta. The butler told him that Arevalo had recently moved into Hesta's farm, and if he wanted to visit, he had an excuse - but Kovicik smashed the cup in public and flew into a rage.

——Why did he have to go to Hesta’s farm again? Why didn’t Hesta come here on his own initiative?

He felt as if he was suddenly thrown into an ice cellar, and the piercing pain made him sober up instantly - why was he so obsessed with Hesta, and why had he found her so irresistible for such a long time?

...She didn't know him at all, and yet he had been hanging around her for so long like a clown.

Kovicik's butler stood outside the room, listening carefully to what was happening inside, to prevent him from doing anything drastic and hurting himself.

Suddenly, a servant came running over and whispered something beside Kovicik's servant. The servant was stunned for a moment: "Where is the person?"

"They should be in the hall," the servant said, "Do you want to go and take a look first?" The butler Leon almost ran downstairs, and sure enough, Hesta was sitting on the sofa in the living room with another lady who looked somewhat familiar to him.

"You——" The servant's eyes were full of surprise, "Why are you here!"

"...Didn't you tell me on the phone this morning that it would be better if I came here in person?" Hesta frowned again, "Now that I'm here, where are the people from Kveshik?"

"He...uh, our Duke is now-"

"Not back yet?"

"No, no, he's back, but..." The butler didn't know how to explain for a moment. Kovicik's current state was definitely not suitable for meeting guests, but Hesta was here at the moment. "How long can you wait?"

"I have something else to do later." Hesta said, "I won't be in the city for long this time. I will stay here for half an hour at most."

"Okay, wait a moment..."

The manservant quickly retreated, and when he was sure he was out of Hesta's sight, he immediately started running.

"Sir!" Leon rushed into the room, "The Inspector is here to see you!"

Kovicik, who was sitting on the soft chair, seemed to have heard nothing. After a while, he raised his head and said, "...So what?"

"She's here to see you," the butler repeated. He felt that the Duke's reaction at this moment was not appropriate. "She didn't call to ask how she was or anything - she's downstairs now, in your hall."

"She's right in my hall..." Kovicik sneered, "...You think I'm going to jump up right now, put on a smiling face, and go downstairs to greet her, right?"

The butler was stunned for a moment: "Of course not."

"Tell her I'm not feeling well and ask her to leave." Kovicik looked away and said in a low voice, "I won't see you."

"……it is good."

The butler left, and the whole room fell silent again. Kovicik stood up from the soft chair, and a surprising sense of pleasure quickly grew, making him feel alive again. He suddenly felt a sense of relief, a sense of complete freedom - if Hesta hadn't come, he might have had to struggle in this inexplicable quagmire for a long time, but she came after all, and gave him a chance to refuse.

It was as if the balance had finally tipped over and it was his turn to be in control.

Kovicik smashed the glass in his hand against the wall, thinking that from now on, he would never fall into the mist of love again, and would never let anyone play with him. It was only at this moment that he faintly felt the unpleasant smell of alcohol in the room, so he went to the bathroom to take a bath, changed his clothes, and notified the kitchen to prepare today's dinner according to the highest standards.

In the evening, Kovicik went downstairs. He was still haggard, but his usual decadence had disappeared.

"What do you have in your hand?" Kovicik asked the butler.

The servant glanced at his master and whispered, "It's a message from the Inspector."

“Oh, she left me a message?” Kovicik laughed. “Let me see it.”

The butler handed over the cardboard, and the moment Kovicik saw the message, his smile suddenly froze.

There was only a short sentence scribbled on the paper:

"I'm here, and you're just indifferent?"