“I do not care to hear more!” Elena, Tyler’s mother snapped, raising her hand at Tyler.“Mother,” Tyler cried out, but she gave him no chance to speak further.“When your father died, I promised that I was going to take care of you with everything in me. It breaks my heart that I have clearly failed your father and myself,” she growled, her voice echoing in the room, fired up with rage.“Mom,” Tyler called out, but his words were trailed off.“Tyler, this day, it is clear that you have chosen your path. You have chosen money over your mother. This day, you have broken our paths and chosen a different path you want to tread upon. But always remember that when ‘you act in haste, you repent at leisure’!” she spat.Tears welled up in Tyler’s eyes as he stood there, conflicted between his ambitions and his love for his mother. Her words weighed heavily on his heart, and he could feel the chasm widening between them. The tension in the room was palpable, like a thunderstorm gathering streng

Antonio's breath caught in his throat, and he stuttered, "What... what?" As he gazed at the screen, his eyes narrowed, leaving his mouth slightly agape in surprise. Despite having a clear view of what was displayed, his eyes widened as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing.Clara, observing Antonio's reaction, rushed to his side, her curly hair swaying as she curved her neck towards the screen. Her expression was vastly different from Antonio's; rage consumed her face as she came to the realization that her man had been lying to her all along. Indeed, that was precisely what she saw, and her reaction was entirely understandable.Confidence surged within Tyler, evident in the smirk that adorned his face. "How do you like my present?" he asked, taunting Antonio, whose eyes now blazed with anger at the smiling Tyler.Clara's emotions were overwhelming, and she couldn't hold back her frustration. She covered her face with her hands, wishing the ground would open up and swallow her who

After the tumultuous events at the firm, the next day had arrived, and it marked the moment when Tyler was scheduled to depart for Italy. As he sat on his bed, he couldn’t help but reflect deeply on his decision. Doubt crept into his mind, questioning whether his desire to go to Italy was truly worth it, or if his mother had been right all along. A heavy sigh escaped his lips, and he nervously licked them, contemplating everything that had transpired. Nevertheless, Tyler stood up and proceeded to get dressed, determined to move forward regardless of the conflicting thoughts swirling in his head. He had made up his mind, and there was no turning back.In the midst of Tyler’s preparations, there came a soft knock on his door. He was partially dressed, with his suit laid out on the bed. “Who is it? You can come in,” Tyler called out, sinking back onto the bed with his hands covering his head. A surge of emotions washed over him, causing an unsettling pang in his head as he tried to make

A knowing smile played on Lady Guila’s lips as she responded, “Sometimes, people’s pasts leave marks on them that can be sensed by those who have experienced similar pain and heartache.” Her words were cryptic, and Tyler felt a mix of curiosity and trepidation. “Anyways, all I am trying to say is that you should focus on yourself and while you are at it, you are going to get pulled down by those that hate you and by the ones you love and care about. They might love and care about you as well and may think that their opinion is right but they’d be wrong because a person’s opinion is only good for him at some point, and not someone else because your thought might not apt because you might not be able to fit in the person's shoes to give an advice” lady Guila said calmly. Lady Guila’s words of wisdom resonated deeply with Tyler as he calmly listened to her advice. Her perspective on focusing on oneself and not letting the opinions of others dictate one’s path struck a chord within him.

A moment of silence ensued. It was as though he didn’t know what to say. Tyler didn’t know what to say to her. He wasn’t expecting her to pick and her picking caught him off guard. “Have you changed your mind?” She asked with a straight tone. It was obvious that she didn’t have time for little chit chats. Tyler took a moment of silence, held his breath before he gently released it with an answer coming out. “Mother, I am in Milan”.Tyler said gently, with his eyes closed. He waited for her next line of action. The only thing he heard was silence. A very loud silence. “Mom, please I…” Tyler was still about explaining why he wanted her to come but before he could, she dropped the call. Tyler was talking to himself . He stared at the phone and a prick of emotion tingled in his chest. He gritted his teeth in slight anger. The abrupt end to the conversation left Tyler in a state of disarray. He had hoped for a chance to explain himself, to bridge the chasm that had formed between them