Tito's POV

"Dad are you okay?" Noello inquired and touched my shoulder, he stood beside me and read the content in the card. I was far too engrossed to stop him from reading everything in a few seconds.

Noello's eyes widened and his lips parted but he didn't gasp. "Papa, what the hell is this!"

I stared at the message and swallowed a burp down my throat, my Adam apple became restless going upwards and downwards in total dismay and disgust, all the times Papa and Mamma weren't around, how she molested me forced me to fûck her ugly ass and pussy, did painful and nasty things to me, making...