CHAPTER 47.1

I don't know what to do now in front of the old man Castellanos. Before, I wanted to talk to him, but now I don't want to. Just looking at him is already terrifying.

"What is his name?" he asked coldly.

I used to think that the old man was kind and full of humor, but it seems to be the opposite.

"Arkan. His name is Arkan; he's my son," Aldo replied seriously.

I was silent and afraid to speak while Arkan was already on Aldo's lap and innocently looking at his grandfather, who was sitting in front.

"And this girl is?" He was specific to me.

Aldo and I looked at each other. My lips stayed together because I didn't know what to say.

"She's—"

"She's my mommy. Is there something wrong with that?" Arkan asked, confused.

The old man frowned and immediately gave me a scrutinizing look, "She's the mother? She looks familiar," he said.

I wanted to bow my head, but that was a show of weakness, so I closed my eyes and smiled a little. From the clenched fist of my palm, I gently lifted it and held