Dante took the old woman back to the mansion so she could be taken care of by the health personnel.
And Nero had been sitting on the bench next to the pool just watching the water; he was in deep thought before Lena walked to the pool.
She held a first aid kit, which she had gone through a lot of effort before she found one. “Uhm…” Lena pointed at Nero’s hand.
The blood had stuck to his hand, and his injury was left open; it’s as if he didn’t feel any pain and even forgot he was injured.
Nero didn’t reply; his gaze was stuck on Lena’s face… Unlike his mother, he couldn’t see Lena as Linda; he felt they looked very different even in looks.
Lena was real; she was love, but Linda was the monster who had ruined his mother.
Ignoring his silence and danger, Lena approached Nero and crouche
