Chapter 97

Bruno Matos observed Dante standing at the door of the farmhouse room, his eyes fixed as he watched his father pack his bags. The atmosphere was tense, laden with the anticipation of what was to come. Bruno took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the responsibility he was about to impose on his son.

“Dante, starting today, you're going to help me with the farm chores,” Bruno began, his voice serious and determined. “You'll wake up with me at dawn and only sleep when I authorize it.”

Dante looked at his father, a mixture of resignation and regret on his face. “I'm sorry, Dad. I didn't mean to be ungrateful to you about school,” he confessed, his words heavy with remorse.

Bruno stared at his son, his eyes reflecting a mix of frustration and disappointment. “It's too late for that now, Dante,” he replied, his voice firm. “You better start packing your things. We have pigs to take care of.”

Dante swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his father's words. He kne