CHAPTER-80: Her jackpot

“Why the long face, Grandson?” Antonio asked his grandson Liam when he found him sitting sadly on the stairs. Liam looked at him for a moment only to snatch his eyes back again.

Antonio understood something was wrong with the child. Something was eating him up, he sat beside him and started talking to distract Liam from whatever he was thinking. “You know when Evan was a child, he used to sit like this. Exactly like you are sitting. Sad and lost.”

Liam blinked and he looked at Antonio. Some of the lost spark was back in his eyes. “Why was he sad?”

“Why are you sad, Liam?” Antonio asked tricking him but Liam narrowed his eyes at the old man. “I asked you first.”

Antonio chuckled. He hated Giampaolo Moretti but damn his authoritative genes. They travelled from him to his daughter and from her to Her children and now to her grandson.

“Yes you did, my bad,” Antonio said. “Evan used to be sad because he misses his parents.”

Liam's eyes widened. “Parents But why? Where were his parents?”