Mia
He moved with purpose, leading the way as we left the penthouse. The drive was tense, filled with the urgency of the situation. My mind was a whirlwind of worry for my mother, combined with the lingering shock of everything Albert had revealed.
As we drove to the hospital, the city lights blurred past the window, but the tension between us remained palpable. Albert’s gaze remained focused on the road, but there was an intensity in his voice when he spoke.
"Why didn’t you say anything earlier? About Lorenzo?" he asked, his tone a mix of curiosity and concern. "Do you think that if you had known who I really was, would you have still kept quiet?"
His question caught me off guard, and I struggled to find an answer. The conflicting emotions swirled within me—Albert’s unexpected kindnes
