It was a sunny morning when Lala arrived at CEO Kien’s beautiful countryside villa. The birds were singing, and the scent of blooming flowers filled the air. Lala had been invited for a short vacation to help take care of Bon, Kien’s energetic little son. While she was used to Bon’s lively spirit and the peaceful surroundings of the villa, this trip would be unlike any other.
Lala had always admired CEO Kien—not just because he was successful and kind, but also because he treated everyone, from housekeepers to gardeners, with respect. But there was one thing she didn’t know much about: his family. He rarely spoke of them, and none of them had ever visited while she was there. Naturally curious, Lala sometimes wondered who they were and why they kept their distance.
One afternoon, while Bon was napping and the house was unusually quiet, Lala wandered into the old library. It was a large room filled with tall wooden bookshelves, dusty photo albums, and old letters neatly stacked in drawers. She had never spent time there before. As she explored, a photo fell from an album she was flipping through. She picked it up and gasped.
In the photo, a young woman stood smiling next to a younger Kien. But what startled Lala was that the woman looked just like her. The resemblance was uncanny—same eyes, same nose, same curly hair. Her heart pounded. Who was this woman? Why did she look so much like her?
Later that evening, Lala couldn’t keep the curiosity bottled up any longer. She gently approached the housekeeper, Auntie Lin, who had worked for the family for decades.
“Auntie Lin,” Lala asked softly, “do you know who this woman is?” She handed her the photo.
Auntie Lin took one look and her face turned pale. “Oh, dear,” she whispered, her hands trembling. “You found her…”
“Who is she?” Lala asked, more curious than ever.
Auntie Lin hesitated, then took a deep breath. “Her name is Lina. She was CEO Kien’s younger sister. Brilliant, talented, and full of life. But… she left the family a long time ago. No one speaks of her anymore.”
“Why?” Lala asked.
“She fell in love with a man the family didn’t approve of. They said he was from a poor background, unreliable. But she was stubborn. She ran away with him. CEO Kien tried to bring her back, but she wouldn’t listen. Then… they disappeared.”
Lala’s eyes widened. “Disappeared?”
“Yes,” Auntie Lin nodded. “No one heard from her again. Some say she left the country. Others say something bad happened. But no proof ever surfaced. Kien was heartbroken. He blamed himself
The revelation stirred a mix of emotions in Lala. She returned to her room, photo in hand, and stared at the woman again. Could it be? Could Lina be… her mother?
That night, Lala couldn’t sleep. Her mother had never spoken much about her past. She had said she was raised by a friend after her parents died. But there had always been something mysterious, something hidden in her mother’s eyes when Lala asked questions.
The next morning, unable to keep the thoughts inside, Lala sat down with CEO Kien after breakfast. Bon was playing with his toys, humming happily, while Kien sipped his tea.
“Uncle Kien,” she said gently, “can I ask you something very important?”
Kien looked up, surprised by her serious tone. “Of course, Lala.”
She placed the photo on the table. “This woman… Lina… she looks so much like me. I need to know more about her.”
Kien’s expression changed immediately. He stared at the photo, his eyes darkening. “Where did you find this?”
“In the library,” Lala admitted. “Auntie Lin told me who she was.”
Kien sighed deeply and leaned back. “She was my sister. The brightest light in my life. I loved her dearly. But she chose a path I couldn’t accept at the time. I regret that now.”
Lala’s voice trembled. “I think… I think she might be my mother.”
Kien’s eyes widened. “What?”
“My mother never spoke of her past. She told me I was raised by a friend. But now… it all makes sense. The resemblance. The mystery. I think you’re my uncle.”
Kien sat in stunned silence for a long time. Then, slowly, he reached out and held her hand. “Lala… if this is true, then… you’re family.”
Tears welled up in Lala’s eyes. “I just want to know the truth.”
Kien nodded solemnly. “Then we must find it.”
Over the next few days, Kien and Lala dug into every document, letter, and contact they could find. Finally, with the help of an old private investigator, they located a woman living in a quiet seaside town—Lina. She was alive.
Kien and Lala traveled together to find her. The moment Lina saw them standing at her door, she froze. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she whispered, “Kien… Lala…”
It was a tearful reunion. Lina explained everything—how she had run away, how she had been too ashamed to come back, and how she had feared being rejected again. She had kept her identity hidden from Lala to protect her from family politics.
But now, everything had changed.
Back at the villa, Bon, Kien, and Lala welcomed Lina with open arms. The family was whole again. Lala was no longer just a helper at the villa—she was Kien’s niece, Bon’s cousin, and Lina’s beloved daughter. The truth, though shocking, brought healing and unexpected joy.
And Lala? She was still curious—but now, she was also proud. Proud of her mother’s strength, her uncle’s forgiveness, and the new bonds that had been formed from a long-hidden secret.
