Despicable love

Deep seethed resentment

The luxurious hospital, a symbol of the Blackwood family's wealth and power, was now a hub of sadness and worry. Family members gathered in the opulent lobby, their faces etched with concern and grief.

Meanwhile, in one of the hospital rooms, Maya lay in her bed, her small body shaking with sobs. "Mum, I saw Aunt Elisabeth and Uncle Leonardo, they were bleeding," she stammered, her voice trembling with fear.

Rosa, her eyes brimming with tears, held her daughter tight, trying to comfort her. But Maya was too agitated, her young mind struggling to process the trauma she had witnessed.

In another part of the hospital, Alessandro, his wife, and their two children stood vigil by Giovanni's bedside, waiting anxiously for him to wake up. The old man's condition was precarious, and the family held their collective breath, hoping for a miracle.

But amidst all the chaos and worry, one figure stood out - Axel, the young boy who had just witnessed the worst tragedy of his life. He stood alone at the entrance of the emergency room, his hands covered in his parents' blood, his eyes swollen from crying.

Axel's face was pale, his heart numb, as he struggled to process the events that had unfolded. He had heard the doctors and nurses rushing around, their voices hushed and urgent. But one sentence had cut through the chaos, a sentence that had sent a blow to his young heart.

"Time of death, ten fifty-one p.m."

The words echoed in Axel's mind, a stark and brutal reminder that his parents were gone. He felt like he had been punched in the gut, his breath knocked out of him. He stumbled backward, his eyes wide with shock and grief, as the reality of his loss sank in.

Giovanni's eyes slowly fluttered open, his gaze scanning the room as he took in the worried faces of his family. His first words were laced with concern and desperation. "My son, where is he?"

The doctor, who had been standing at the foot of the bed, hesitated before speaking. She knew that the news she had to share was devastating, and she didn't know how to break it to the old man. She glanced at Alessandro and his wife, Francesca, and nodded discreetly. "May I have a word with you both outside?" she asked.

Alessandro and Francesca exchanged a somber glance before following the doctor out of the room. The doctor's expression was grave as she delivered the news. "I'm afraid Leonardo and Elisabeth didn't make it. They succumbed to their injuries shortly after arrival."

Alessandro's expression didn't change much, his face remaining cold and expressionless. The doctor couldn't tell if he was sad or not, but Francesca's reaction was immediate. She held her mouth and began to cry, her sobs loud and theatrical.

As they returned to Giovanni's room, the old man's eyes locked onto Alessandro's, his gaze searching for answers. "What is it? Why's she crying?" he asked, pointing at Francesca, his voice laced with concern.

Alessandro didn't respond, his eyes avoiding his father's gaze. Giovanni's face contorted in anguish as he asked again, his voice cracking with emotion. "Where is my son?"

The words "my son" sent a blow to Alessandro's heart, but not for the reason one might expect. He felt a pang of hurt and resentment, a feeling that had been simmering beneath the surface for years. Giovanni had always loved Leonardo more, and even at this moment of tragedy, he couldn't hide his favoritism.

Alessandro's cold eyes welled up with tears, but they weren't tears of sadness for his brother's untimely passing. They were tears of anger and hurt, tears that had been building up for years. He felt a surge of emotion, and before he could contain it, he burst out, his voice shaking with rage.

"You son is dead!" he spat, the words tumbling out of his mouth like venom. "But you never loved me, did you, Father? You always loved Leonardo more. You always favored him, and now he's gone, and you're still mourning him, still loving him more than me!"

The room fell silent, the only sound Alessandro's ragged breathing. Giovanni's face was ashen, his eyes wide with shock and hurt. Francesca's crying stopped abruptly, her eyes fixed on Alessandro's face, her expression a mixture of horror and shame.

In that moment, the truth was laid bare. Alessandro's words had exposed the deep-seated resentment and hurt that had been festering inside him for years. The room was heavy with tension, the air thick with unspoken emotions.

The old man's words were barely audible, his voice cracking with emotion. "No, not my boy... but little boy..." He trailed off, his body shaking with sobs.

As he fell off the bed, Francesca rushed to his side to help him up. But Alessandro's cold voice stopped her in her tracks. "Leave him be. Let him mourn over his beloved son."

Alessandro's eyes were red-rimmed from unshed tears, but his voice was devoid of emotion. He seemed to be struggling to contain his own feelings, but his words were laced with a deep-seated resentment.

The old man continued to cry and sob bitterly, his body wracked with grief. Rafael and Sofia, Alessandro's children, rushed to his side, their faces etched with concern. Despite their spoiled and entitled nature, they had always been fond of their uncle Leonardo, and the news of his passing had clearly shaken them.

Together, Rafael and Sofia helped the old man up, guiding him gently towards the emergency room. As they walked, the old man's sobs grew louder, his body shaking with grief. The sound of his anguish echoed through the hospital corridors, a heart-wrenching reminder of the devastating loss he had just suffered.

As they approached the emergency room, the old man's eyes fixed on the door, his heart heavy with foreboding. He knew that what he was about to see would change him forever, that the sight of his beloved son's lifeless body would be etched in his memory forever.