Diego's POV I fired a shot and memories began flooding in. I can still remember that day vividly. I kept firing shots as the echoes of that fateful day crashed against my mind. I could still see her face, pale and fragile, as she gasped for breath.The memories were sharp. I was a mature man then, ready to take over from where my father left off, yet I could cry like a small child when my mother died.I had failed her. I had been too weak, too scared to save the one person who meant everything to me. The guilt consumed me.As I kept firing, lost in the past, the present faded away. Not a soul tried to save her; some merely stood by, watching, while the others escaped the scene. The damage had already been done and nothing would ever be the same again.That incident turned me into a stern, merciless, and unforgiving person. I came dangerously close to becoming just like my father; the only difference was that I could never harm a woman. I left the dirty work to my loyal men.“Mr Diego
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