“A woman who gives birth to her own son and gives him away just for money—what kind of woman does that?” Zeno asked coldly.
Alea squeezed his hand. He glanced at her for a moment, then faced his grandfather with quiet determination.
The anger and heartbreak in Zeno’s expression were unmistakable. Everything he had uncovered shook him to the core—years of lies, hidden truths, and the painful realization that the people who were supposed to love him most had betrayed him. It wasn't just one person—his mother, father, and grandfather had all played a part. The wound in his heart throbbed, sharp and unforgiving.
All he had ever wanted was affection.
He remembered how his grandfather always told him to be strong, to never rely on Jane because she needed to focus on his younger siblings. Jan
