Renzo began scrambling to get out of the trolley, his small face set in a look of pure defiance and anger. Seeing this, Rosa quickly scooped him up into her arms, clutching him tightly to her chest. She held him firm, stopping him from wriggling out of her embrace, even as he looked ready to take on the world to defend her.
“Mommy?!” Chiara and Laura both snorted, their voices thick with disgust and mockery. They looked down at the four-year-old boy and then back at Rosa, their expressions turning predatory as they realized they had uncovered her dirty secret.
“So, you really are a w***e,” Chiara remarked with a mocking sneer. “Having a bastard with no father.” Laura joined in, her laughter sharp and cold.
“She must have tried to use this bastard to tie down some rich guy, just like she
