Hours had passed since Tyler’s conversation with Doctor Jason, and now the doctor had arrived in the country during the early hours of the night. Without a moment's hesitation, he plunged into the crucial surgery. Tyler, filled with anxiety and worry, paced outside the intensive care unit, beads of sweat adorning his furrowed brow. His hands flailed about in a frenzy, mirroring the tumultuous thoughts racing through his mind.Beside him stood Fiorenzo, a steadfast presence, accompanied by two other guards. The clock neared nine in the evening, and the operation was still underway, shrouded in a veil of uncertainty and suspense. The air was thick with tension, each passing minute seeming to stretch into an eternity.Desperate for answers, Tyler's sense of urgency propelled him toward a nurse who emerged from the room. His hands reached out, palms upturned, as if pleading for a glimpse into the current situation. "Please, what's going on?" he implored, his voice tinged with desperation.

Tyler hurriedly approached his mother, who lay on the bed, still struggling to find comfort. Beads of sweat trickled down his forehead as his hands trembled, desperately seeking solace for his mother's weary body. With a slight curve in his posture, he leaned in closer, fixating his gaze upon her face."Mom! Are you okay?" he uttered, his voice tinged with a blend of fear and relief, grateful to witness even the slightest glimmer of consciousness from his beloved mother.Her eyes remained tightly shut, as if clinging to a veil of darkness, while she managed to emit soft, muffled grunts. Feebly, her hands left the confines of the bed, moving slowly and jerkily, devoid of strength, until they found their way to Tyler's face. Through her eyelashes, still weighed down by the lingering effects of anesthesia, she managed to open her eyes, their dryness accentuating her weakness."Tyler," she whispered, her voice feeble yet just barely audible.As tears welled up in Tyler's eyes, he whispere

Tyler was consumed by relentless contemplation, his mind swirling with the weight of his mother's words. He sought solace on the balcony, as the evening sun painted the sky with vibrant hues. The sight of the sun setting held a mesmerizing allure, but his thoughts remained in turmoil, a chaotic dance of confusion and uncertainty. The enigma that baffled him the most was his mother's inability to provide a single reason for her adamant refusal to let him listen to Lady Guila or accompany her to Italy to manage the family business.A heavy sigh escaped Tyler's lips, carrying with it the exasperation that clung to his soul. Gripped by frustration, he continued to mercilessly squash the small green ball nestled within his right hand. Each firm squeeze released a modicum of the pent-up tension that coursed through his veins, as if this simple act of compression served as a conduit for the emotions threatening to overwhelm him."Sir, you requested my presence," the nurse in charge of Tyler'

As Tyler approached Lady Guila on the balcony, ready to join her in her departure, she abruptly dropped the word "No" from her lips, causing his steps to falter. Her head shook gently, but her smile remained, conveying a mix of determination and affection. "Ciccio, I have to face this challenge alone. I need to have a conversation with your mom in solitude. Please understand and grant me this request," she implored, her hand finding its place on Tyler's shoulder, seeking reassurance and support.Caught off guard, Tyler attempted to voice his thoughts, but Lady Guila swiftly interjected, cutting off his words. "No. Please allow me to handle this. Trust me, I will do everything in my power to make things right," she assured him with a nod, her gestures emanating both confidence and compassion.In response, Tyler found himself rendered momentarily speechless, his eyes narrowing as a hint of tension crept into his gaze. Thoughts raced through his mind, his curiosity piqued, eager to be pa

“You know where to find me!I love you , Ciccio”As Tyler read and re-read the poignant words etched upon the paper, he couldn't help but feel a whirlwind of emotions surging through him. Gently, his fingers grazed the surface of the letter, tracing the curves of each letter as if trying to absorb the essence of his mother's love. The weight of her affection, and the bittersweet knowledge that she was somewhere out there, waiting, caused his teeth to grind together in a mixture of frustration and longing. He released a deep sigh, allowing the air to carry away some of the tension that had settled within him.Closing his eyes, Tyler sought solace in the darkness, hoping to find a moment of respite amidst the storm raging in his heart. He held the letter for a few precious seconds, cherishing the connection it represented, before carefully folding it and securing it in the sanctuary of his pants pocket. The letter, now tucked away, served as a physical reminder of the unbreakable bond b