Chapter 257. A Familiar Fragrance

Enrico

Seeing with my own eyes the worrying state of my father, I could confirm that Mrs. Sanchez wasn't exaggerating when she called to tell me that my father was on a hunger strike. It was very evident to anyone how debilitated and weak he was.

“What's happening, Dad?” was my first question to the man in front of me.

The director of the nursing home had left the room, leaving us alone, and I pulled up a chair, placing it next to him where he was now seated.

"Why are you here, Enrico?" He didn't respond to my question. "Shouldn't you be driving some Formula One car? Doing what is the most important thing in your life?"

The man I was accustomed to and had always been around was back, and the gleam I had identified in his eyes upon seeing me had vanished, replaced by the ironic look that always accompanied him, at least when he was in my presence.

"I chose to take a flight and come here," I said honestly. "I needed to know what hap