Chapter 226

Valerio descended the stairs and came face to face with an all-too-familiar scene—one that had become a regular part of his mornings in this mansion. His mother stood there in a designer nightgown, her hair loose, dark circles under her eyes, and bitterness dripping from her mouth as she hurled curses at her daughter for the simple crime of being born. Ilaria stood silently with her head lowered,