Eva

Lorenzo's mother's expression hardened as she glared at me.

"Leave now, please," she said, her voice cold and unwavering. "I don't want to see you ever again in front of my son. If you do, I promise you'll regret it."

Her eyes flashed with fierce determination. Despite this, I took a step back, trying to reason with her.

"I'm a good person," I pleaded, "and I promise you'll certainly regret it if you force me away from him."

She pulled out her phone and dialed a number, ignoring my plea.

"Come back," she instructed the caller.

The driver hastily returned, opening the door for me.

"Take her out," Lorenzo's...