Chapter 152

Lucio coughed loudly, Cesca handed me Siena to rush to her husband’s side. “What is it?” She held his hands. “Are you tired? Do you need sleep? Do you need me to—“

“No.” Lucio yawned, grinning at her. “I’m still having fun. Take me around the garden.”

“Sure.” Cesca’s hand got pushed away before she could reach the wheelchair. “I want to take a walk…just this time.”

A walk?

I pushed Christian forward, telling him to respect his father’s wishes. Christian was the same man who didn’t want Lucio to hold his own knife, fork or glass. It was that serious.

“Yes, we can take a walk.” Christian surprisingly went with it. “Serena, you should come with us.”

“Sure.”

“And do you want me to call over grandpa—“

“No, no—this is fine. I already spoke to him some time ago, so it’s okay.” The sides of Lucio’s lips curled. He paused to take a look at Franco. “This is perfect.”

Just as Lucio wanted, we walked through the gardens of the Lamberti estat