"I want to be like you when I grow up. I want to be strong," Angela said with a smile. Her eyes glint with an unknown motivation. Silvia smiled at her politely. The girl didn't know what she was saying. Silvia may be powerful but she was the least of a good person. It wasn't like she cared about it or anything. The maid brought them snacks. They were sitting in the garden as Angela kept talking nonstop. Luca saw them and his eyes got locked with Silvia. He made his way over to them and upon seeing him Angela tensed. The smile was wiped off her face as she glared at the table. He came to stand beside her while keeping his eyes fixed on Silvia. "How's your foot?" He asked. Silvia moved her foot a bit to feel the dull throb. "It's healing rather quickly than I expected," She said. "What about you? How's your wounds?" She asked. "They were mere scratches. I'm tougher than that," He was saying when he noticed Angela mimicking him, making sour faces. His brow arched up as he grabbed
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