Miguel had a tall stature, but he had been sick these days and looked skinnier than Umberto.
After receiving the punch, he backed up a few steps and blood immediately oozed from the corner of his mouth.
Then he ducked his head, looked down at the shiny tiles and wiped the blood away.
-Miguel! -his mother shouted and rushed to his side to protect him.
Although she knew deep down that Michael had done wrong in kidnapping Albina, he was her own son, and she could not stand by and watch Umberto beat him.
Miguel’s mother, her eyes flooded with tears, looked at Umberto and apologized:
-Mr. Santangel, he already knows he made a mistake and today he comes especially to apologize to you in person…. Besides, at that moment, he set Miss Espina free of his own free will…..
Her voice was weak, but her gaze was unusually firm and cautious.
Umberto grimaced, withdrew his hand and stood still there, radiating an indifferent and cold aura, as if the one who struck Miguel was not him.
-Of course I know that it was Michael who took the initiative to let Albina go free. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have just punched him.
Camilo breathed a sigh of relief at that.
“Since Umberto said that, he should have forgiven Miguel.”
At this moment, Miguel looked up, looked at Albina and said suddenly in a hoarse voice:
-I have no regrets!
Hearing those words, Umberto made a grim face, and looked at him fiercely with his fists tightly clenched.
As if he had not noticed the hostility, Michael looked at the stunned Albina with kind eyes, and said sincerely:
-I liked Albina and I wanted to be with her, that’s why I took her out of the banquet. That was really what I wanted to do, that’s why I don’t regret it. However, Albina is pregnant and she likes Umberto….
Michael took a deep breath and continued in a trembling voice:
-Therefore, I changed my mind and set her free. I want her to be happy, even though her happiness is at the cost of mine.
The night he learned that Albina was pregnant, he stayed up all night thinking about it. In the end, he became convinced that to love a person is to give them what they wanted.
Miguel no longer cared about himself, but he did care about Albina. She had suffered too much and he wanted her to be happy. He could accept the reality of not being able to be with her. As long as Albina could be happy, he would be content.
Michael’s gaze was so heavy and sad that Albina didn’t even dare to look him in the eye and hid behind Umberto.
Before, Albina hadn’t understood why Miguel liked her and why he went out of his way for her. But now she seemed to understand. If Umberto fell in love with someone else, she would possibly be more stubborn than Miguel and would definitely not give up so easily.
It was an obsession!
Albina felt a little sad, and after a good while, she came out from behind Umberto.
Umberto grabbed her wrist nervously, with some panic in his eyes.
Albina smiled at him, broke free from his grip, approached Miguel and showed him the marriage certificate.
-Miguel, I am already married to Umberto.
Miguel was stunned, as if his blood suddenly froze, and he bit down hard on his lower lip.
Miguel knew it was only a matter of time before the two of them got married, but he hadn’t expected this day to come so quickly and it took him a while to accept it.
-So stop thinking about me. Life is still very long and you are a very outstanding man. I’m sure you’ll find the right girl for you.
Miguel looked at her with some melancholy, and wanted to tell her:
“If the girl is not you, what would be the point?”
However, looking into Albina’s clear, nervous eyes, Miguel didn’t tell her, but smiled and nodded.
-Yes, you’re right.
Albina stared at him and suddenly broke into a beautiful smile and said:
-Miguel, thank you very much for loving me.
In her short twenty years, Albina had met many people and experienced many things. She had laughed with joy and cried with despair. When her parents died, when she divorced Umberto and when she reached a dead end, she thought about ending her life. But in the end, she did not choose to leave this world. Because in this world there were many people who loved her, among them was Miguel.
Deep down, she sincerely wished Miguel a prosperous and happy life. He had friends, parents and an older brother who loved him very much. His future would be very promising and he should not cling to her and torture himself.
Michael, who was no fool, understood what Albina meant and said smilingly:
-Don’t worry, I won’t bother you anymore in the future, but I hope I can still be your friend?
He paused and continued:
-I really mean it, I really do.
At his nervous look, Albina nodded.
-Yes, I believe you.
From the moment Miguel took the initiative to let her go, Albina understood his choice. He just needed some time to dilute his crazy obsession.
Miguel’s parents took him away and when he reached the door, Miguel turned around and looked at Albina with a warm smile and said:
-Albina, congratulations. You have to be happy in the future…..
Before he could finish the words, Umberto stood up in front of Albina, looked coldly at Michael and said:
-I will make her happy for the rest of her life.
His tone was extremely firm, as if he was making some kind of oath.
Miguel froze for a moment, withdrew his smile and nodded.
-Remember what you promised today. If you make her sad, I will take her no matter where she is.
Umberto tensed violently and said with his eyes fixed on him:
-I wouldn’t give you that chance ever.
Miguel shrugged his shoulders, took another look at Albina and left with his parents.
Miguel and his parents left the villa, but Camilo was still there.
As soon as Miguel left, he hurriedly pulled Umberto and said in surprise:
-You have remarried Albina?!
Hearing his words, Umberto’s bad mood instantly vanished and he revealed a happy and gentle smile.
In Camillo’s eyes, his appearance was extremely charming.
Camillo let out a stifled gasp, as if this man were a stranger, and leaned back slightly, watching him with a frown.
Only then did he realize that today Umberto was wearing a very light and youthful suit.
Camillo had never seen him wear such light colored clothing, but today, to apply for marriage certificates, he was dressed in very casual clothes.
-Wow, look how young our Mr. Santangel is looking with….
Before he could finish his words, Umberto gave him a fierce look, his eyes full of threats. But if he paid closer attention, Camilo noticed a hint of embarrassed blush on his face.
Camilo smiled slyly.
“It turns out Umberto is embarrassed by the clothes he wears. I thought he was strong on the inside, but it turns out he’s faking it.”
Meanwhile, Daniel, Olivia and Grandfather, surrounded Albina and looked over and over at her marriage certificate. The old man, in particular, was so gleeful that he was laughing from ear to ear.
-I thought I could not see Umberto marry before my death. With that stinking, hard character of his, I thought he’d end up a bachelor for the rest of his life.
Hearing that, Albina couldn’t help but smile covering her mouth.
Umberto felt embarrassed and annoyed hearing his grandfather’s words.
“I am his grandson. How can you say that about me like that?”
-Yes, Mr. Sergio, I thought so too. I thought Umberto would be the last among the three of us to marry, but I didn’t expect him to be the first,” Camilo said aside.
-Not only did he get married before you, but he is also awaiting the arrival of his son,” the old man said, smiling.
Camilo was speechless and didn’t know what to say for a moment.
Umberto smoothed out his shirt and said smiling:
-It’s too hot outside, I’m going upstairs to take a shower and change.
Then he gestured to Albina.
-Albina, come and join me.
Albina ran to him, grabbed his arm and the two of them went upstairs happily.
Camillo felt very jealous seeing the scene.
“I want such sweet love too!”
He quietly took out his phone, took a picture of the two’s backs, and sent it to Santiago.
-Umberto remarried Albina today and is wearing a couple’s suit with her.
After a few seconds, Santiago sent back a series of exclamation points.
Camilo was much more relieved to see that he was not the only bachelor suffering in solitude.