After ending the call, I noticed my mother and uncle gazing at me worriedly. Yet, I sensed that my conversation with Yzail had cleared the air, allowing me to embrace a fresh start filled with joy.
The meal my mother and aunt prepared was so tasty that I nearly licked the plate clean. Within just two weeks, I had noticeably put on weight. My strength, diminished by the miscarriage, had fully returned. Glowing with renewed vitality, I accompanied my cousins to my uncle's workplace.
As a true family member, my uncle welcomed me warmly, never making me feel like an outsider. I relished these busy days of learning. Previously, I would grow restless waiting for Yzail, longing for his presence. Now, I was absorbing company management skills with enthusiasm.