Chapter 2 - The Gentle Touch
Lorenzo’s dark eyes widened as he watched his ruthless guard dog shield the crying child. He stepped down the marble staircase, his leather shoes crunching softly on the manicured garden path.
He knelt on the damp garden floor right beside the trash bins, completely unbothered by the dirt smudging his expensive tailored trousers. Pino sat loyally at the girl’s hip, his dark eyes fixed on the mansion entrance as if guarding a precious treasure.
Lorenzo reached out a steady, warm hand toward the sobbing child.
"Who hurt you, little one?" Lorenzo asked, his voice unexpectedly gentle, calm, and filled with quiet warmth.
The little girl raised her tear-stained face, her chest heaving as she fought for air. Her big brown eyes looked up at the powerful man kneeling before her, seeing no harm in his calm expression.
Slowly, she slipped her tiny, cold fingers into Lorenzo’s large palm, clutching his hand tightly as if he were her last lifeline in a dark world.
Tears glistened on her cheeks as she stammered through broken, trembling breaths.
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"They framed my mommy…" the little girl whispered, her voice cracking with pure heartbreak. "They’re taking her away."
👉 Who was taking her mother away, and why was the villa’s head maid watching from the shadows?
