Mark's p.o.v
I was sad and tried my best was not to shed a tear. Lewis was still crying even after an hour went by. No matter what I did it just couldn't calm him down.
I understood his pain perfectly well because I too had a horrible mother as he did.
"Sir we are here." My driver informed me.
I sighed then nodded. I wasn't in any position to drive as it was. Luckily my men were just outside the company waiting for my orders.
"My love. I suggest you wipe off your tears. Where we are, it's Pablo's place." I lied.
The place we were at was Pablo's mother. Yes, I had never met her before. But according to the information I gathered about her, she was a good woman who lived a decent and kind life. She also believed that love was love and it had nothing to do with gender.
