That night, after dinner, Stefan was talking to his father in the garden by the swimming pool while his mother was in the living room with Wirata and Jeffy was sleeping in his cradle nearby.

"How is everything between you and my mother?"

Stefan asked with curiosity after they had finished talking about business.

"She is a tough one as you know."

Michael said and sighed.

"Come on, father. You've got to be tougher than she is. Now it's time to fight and get back what belongs to you."

Stefan encouraged his father.

"I want her to make her own decision. I don't want to push or force her."

His father was a gentleman more than Stefan thought when it came to his mother. As far as he had known his dad, he was a tough and powerful businessman. He had built the Mackenzie enterprise this big and wealthy. But the man had his weakness and it was his wife. He could not dare to take a risk to try his luck. Stefan could not believe this. And Sam was like his father!

"And she won't. My mother needs a PUSH, do you understand? She is waiting for you to do that for her. She has her pride. Come on, daddy, why do I have to tell you this? You have been taking risks all your business life. And now it's about time you adapt it in your love life too!"

Now, Michael was not sure who was the father and who was the son. Michael had to smile a little. His eldest son had become everything he wished for. And he gave him a gorgeous grandson now. Jacqueline was very happy and she was in a good mood since she had arrived. Perhaps it was time he could try his luck as Stefan convinced.

But one thing he was afraid of... It was if she did not like it, she would cut him out of her life forever. And that would be so bad and unacceptable for him. He had hardly been able to live happily for nineteen years of separation. If she cut him off completely, he would be dead with heartbroken into pieces.

Stefan looked at his father's solemn face. He was thinking too much and too long. No wonder why it took almost twenty years until now. But Stefan could not let it go on another month longer. He had to step in again to help his parents.

"Tonight is the night, father."

The planner said with his serious face.

"But she is staying here as you know and I am in my suite room."

Michael said. He knew what Stefan tried to say.

"So, you can move up here to stay in the same room as her."

"She won't allow that. Last time I had to sleep on the couch. And my back hurt so damn much."

His father confessed after nobody knew what happened during the last Christmas of 'the night of the light off'.

"What?!" Stefan yelled with a high pitched voice.

"Yeah, the first night when the light went off, she let me be in her bed. I mean it's my bed and I let her have it. And later when the light was cut off, she was scared so she let me stay in the bed with her but nothing happened. And the following nights, I was sleeping on the couch through the New Year."

His father said with sighed and Stefan gasped. His father was unbelievable!

"You can't let that happen again, father. This time you have got to move forward. You come to stay with her up here."

Stefan made an order. Michael thought that his son had forgotten it was his father he was talking to.

"No, but don't worry, son. I will see what I can do."

Michael refused to follow his son's plan. Stefan shook his head.

Later on, when it was time to rest. Michael said goodnight to Stefan, Wirata, Jeffy, and Jacqueline. He went down to his luxurious suite.

Jacqueline said goodnight to her son and Wirata. The baby was sleeping peacefully in Stefan's arms. She watched them walked to their bedroom with her happy eyes.

Jacqueline stayed in a guest room in the penthouse. She was lying on the bed and was thinking about her life. How far she had come and how much life had given and taken from her.

Since she was little, the life she had lived, it was like a princess or Queen. The nickname the man who was her husband gave it to her. It started when they met at a party when she was thirteen. It was a fancy party and she dressed as a queen. Michael just called her like that since then.

Their parents were friends so later, they were friends, too. Even Jacqueline was two years younger than him.

She loved him so much since she knew how to love a man. Jacqueline sighed softly. Sometimes life took us by a surprise. Now she had a grandson. He was so cute and looked like Stefan was he was a baby like this.

The phone rang, stopping Jacqueline's thinking. She hurried to pick it up. The name showed... Mike.

"Hello. Are you alright, Mike?"

Jacqueline answered the phone with a surprised tone. It was 10.30 p.m. now. Why was he calling?

"Hello, Queen. Hm, I am not feeling good. Hm,...Can you come down here, please?"

His deep voice said. Jacqueline sprang up to sit in the middle of the bed to hear that.

"What's wrong?"

Her voice was worried.

"I don't know. I can't explain."

"Is it a headache? Stomachache? Or...what? So I can get the right medicine for you."

She asked and got off the bed. grabbed her robe to wear on top of her nightgown. Then she walked out of the bedroom to the first aid cabinet.

"Um, could say a heartache."

He answered, making Jacqueline shock.

"Oh, God. I didn't know you have heart disease."

"Well, my heart isn't the same." He said with his solemn voice.

"So, do you have medication down there? Or do you need anything from up here."

She asked because she did not expect a man like him to get ill. He was healthy and strong. He looked fine, more like Stefan's elder brother rather than his father.

"I just need you to come down here."

"Just wait there. I am coming. Please stay calm and don't do anything silly. I am coming to you, Mike. Wait for me."

She hurried to say with her heart pounding fast in concern about his heart. Jacqueline then rushed out to the suite room below.