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THE days passed so quickly. We have been back in the Philippines for almost two months now. Mom's death happened two months ago. But I'm gradually adjusting to dealing with her death. But I have no idea how long my father will be in grief. Dad's body has undergone significant changes as a result of his drunkenness. Joaquin also says that my father's addiction has grown as well. It turns out to also be gambling. I am worried about what is happening to him. Even Joaquin couldn't control him anymore. He has neglected our company and every time I try to intervene he always opposes me. Until one day, I couldn't stand it and we had a huge argument. "Don't tell me you're going to show up at the company with that kind of awra, Dad. How can your colleagues respect you if-" "Enough, Scarlet! Do