All Chapters of When Love Finds Its Way Back : Chapter 361 - Chapter 370

Outside Richardson’s Vineyard, everything looked peaceful and quiet. The first light spread across the wide fields, touching the rows of grapevines with a pale golden glow. From a distance, the estate looked peaceful, almost beautiful. It looked like the kind of place where wealthy families hosted private tastings, signed expensive contracts, and pretended old money had no secrets buried beneath it. But deep inside one of the private buildings far away from the main estate house, Garry Richardson sat alone. The room he had been kept in was large enough to be comfortable, yet every corner of it reminded him that comfort was not freedom. The curtains were drawn. The doors were watched. His phone had been taken from him days ago. Two men stood outside the entrance at all times, and although they were polite enough not to touch him unnecessarily, Garry knew what would happen if he tried to leave. He leaned back against the sofa and stared at the ceiling. He had stopped counting the

"Uncle, please." Garry's voice echoed inside the room. For the first time since his captivity began, there was genuine fear in his eyes. Donatus stood near the doorway, issuing instructions to his men while several guards moved quickly around the building. The atmosphere had completely changed. The calm routine that had existed for days was gone. Now, everyone seemed tense and in a hurry. Garry knew why. He knew that something had happened. He understood that someone had found something from the moment Donatus received a call earlier. "Please stop this madness," Garry said again. Donatus finally looked at him. And for a brief moment, Garry saw exhaustion on the older man's face before it disappeared and was replaced by stubborn determination. "It's too late for that." Garry shook his head. "No. It isn't. At least, nobody has died yet.” The older man laughed bitterly. "You still don't understand." "Then help me understand." Donatus walked closer. His eyes looked older than bef

So he forced himself to wait. Those minutes felt longer than hours. Inside the building, Garry had been pushed into a dusty office with old wooden shelves and broken filing cabinets. Donatus stood near the window, speaking to one of his men in a low voice. The old man was trying to appear composed, but Garry could see the truth. His uncle was losing control. “You should let me go now,” Garry said. Donatus turned. Garry leaned against the table behind him. “This is your last chance to make one smart decision.” Donatus laughed softly. “You are still giving advice?” “Yes.” “From captivity?” “Especially from captivity.” The older man walked closer. “Your arrogance is remarkable.” Garry’s smile faded. “And your obsession is pathetic.” Donatus’ eyes hardened. Before he could reply, a noise came from outside. It was a shout. Then another. Then footsteps, and a crash. One of the guards near the door looked toward the hallway. “What was that?” Donatus froze. Gar

Joseph still had his phone in his hand when the waiting room fell silent again. Justice Elena’s words continued moving inside his head, but he could not hold on to them properly. She had found something, something important, and something that could finally lead them to the remaining person behind all of this. Under normal circumstances, Joseph would have moved immediately. He would have asked questions, given instructions, and started coordinating with her. But this was not a normal night, his son was still behind those doors. His daughter-in-law was sitting only a few feet away from him with a pale face, one hand resting protectively over her stomach, and the other gripping Jessica’s hand as though it was the only thing keeping her upright. Joseph looked toward the operating room again. How could he leave? How could any father leave while his son was still fighting for his life? Steve stood near the corner with his phone pressed to his ear, quietly speaking to someone from

For a few seconds, neither moved. Something old passed between them. Not love exactly. At least, not anymore. But history, pain, things unfinished. Things that had never received a proper ending. Aurora’s throat tightened, and Corren noticed immediately. He followed her gaze and saw Garry. Then he looked back at Aurora. He didn't pull her away, or ask questions. He didn't become jealous. He simply reached for her hand and held it. Aurora looked at him, the gesture nearly broke her, because Corren understood without forcing her to explain. Before anyone could speak, hurried footsteps came from the elevator hallway. A woman entered the waiting area. A beautiful blonde and she was looking breathless. Her coat was thrown over a simple dress, and her face was wet with tears. She looked around wildly until her eyes landed on Garry. Then she ran. “Garry!” Garry stood so fast that he nearly stumbled. The woman reached him and threw her arms around him, and he caught her immediately,