Marose broke down at each chance she got. She has been bottling up her pain for years and now she finally got to talk to someone about it.
“I know you love your father so much, Luca, and he treated you nicely, but he is not who you think he is. He was doing all of those things so you wouldn't be rebellious and find out the truth about your inheritance.
Luca was puzzled; he didn't understand what Marose was talking about at this point. He was listening and trying to process things at the same time.
“What are you talking about, Marose?
Luca’s voice became shaky but he tried to stabilise himself.
“Your father was a popper before he met your mother; we could barely feed when we were together; I had to do double jobs to put food on our table. When he met your mother, it was a golden o
