NOT GOOD FOR YOU

Antonio pushed open the heavy oak door of his mansion, the grand foyer echoing with the hollow sound of his footsteps.

The guard, who had come to open the door for him, bowed instantly.

“Welcome back, young master”.

The maids greeted him.

Antonio ignored as usual as he ascended the grand staircase, each step a reminder of his life that was now in shambles.

His thoughts were a chaotic swirl of anger, betrayal, and sadness as he reached the landing and turned towards his room.

His guards bowed with their heart palpitations louder than ever.

Pushing open the door, he was surprised to see a familiar figure seated in the corner.

“What are you doing here?”

Antonio's voice came out cold with a mix of surprise, cracking slightly under the strain of his emotions.

Grandma Elizabeth, with her silver hair neatly pulled back into a bun, looked up at him with compassionate eyes.

She noticed his face tight with frowns but those red eyes…he cried.

She had always been his pillar of strength for ye