Penelope's POV

A day had passed since that incident, and Silvio was still angry with me, but I couldn't really blame him for that.

I never heard anything about Luca again, nor did I inquire about him. Although it troubled me to think he might be dead, I simply didn't have the heart to find out the truth.

At that moment, I was standing by the graveside, watching as Helen was being laid to rest. Max had arranged the burial, and I could see the pain reflected in his eyes.

He concerned me; his recklessness was alarming. It frightened me to think that he had killed his own mother in...