Chapter 51

A car horned at the main gate, jolting me from the floor. I wiped my tears with the back of palm, still refusing to believe the bad news I had heard. I peered through the blinds and saw that the incoming vehicle wasn't Lorenzo's.

Who could be that be? I thought, quickly rushing towards the bathroom and washed my face, dried it with a towel. I sauntered towards the parlour, sat on the sofa and crossed my legs, awaiting my guest or guests.

Soon there was a knock at the door and I proceeded to open up. When I opened the door, my eyes met with an advanced man who was probably in his late fifties, with grey streaks running around his raven hair, transparent— probably medicated— glasses hung at the bridge of his nose. No introductions needed to be made; his grey eyes, pointed nose, perfectly carved hairline, which were the few features that I instantly spotted once my eyes locked his, told me he was Lorenzo's father.

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