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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
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The next day arrived, and with determination in his eyes, Tyler proceeded to relocate his mother to a new house, a dwelling he had entrusted Fiorenzo with the responsibility of procuring. Recognizing his mother's dissatisfaction with her hospital stay, she had expressed her discomfort to the doctor, prompting her discharge. However, an attentive nurse was assigned to accompany her until she regained complete wellness, a gesture befitting the mother of the hospital's owner."Mother, what seems to be troubling you?" Tyler inquired, noticing the persistent sternness in her gaze that refused to wane."Why have you brought us to this place, Tyler? This isn't our abode," she questioned, her eyebrows arched with curiosity.With a warm smile, Tyler settled himself on the nearby couch, positioned closely to her bed, taking a moment to absorb the ambiance of the room. "If you'll pardon us for a moment," he kindly requested, prompting the nurse to swiftly exit the room, leaving them alone."Mot
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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'
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"What's going on?" Tyler inquired, his curiosity tinged with a touch of apprehension.Fiorenzo wasted no time in responding, divulging the unsettling news that Tyler's mother was determined to leave the house at any cost. The words struck Tyler like a bolt of lightning, coursing through his veins and instantly igniting a surge of emotions within him. His blood boiled, his muscles tensed, and a sense of foreboding settled upon him like a heavy shroud.Frustration gnawed at Tyler's core as he grappled with the gravity of the situation. He recognized the importance of keeping his mother within the confines of the house, safeguarding her from potential harm or undesirable consequences. With an air of urgency, he implored Fiorenzo, "Please, do whatever it takes to prevent her from leaving. It is absolutely crucial that she remains here, no matter the circumstances," his words laced with a mixture of determination and pleading.As Tyler delivered his instructions, a wave of exasperation wa
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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
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Antonio's attempts to break free from Tyler's unyielding grip were futile, as Tyler held on firmly, refusing to let go. A grim expression settled on Tyler's face, a mixture of contempt and repulsion evident in his narrowed eyes and furrowed brows."You disgust me," Tyler spat out, his voice laced with disdain and anger, as he recoiled from the audacity of Antonio's actions. The intensity of their confrontation reached its peak as Antonio, seething with rage, retorted, spitting on Tyler's face with a venomous force. "Go fuck yourself, you son of a bitch!" Antonio's voice echoed through the room as he finally managed to wrest his hand away from Tyler's grasp, storming off in an act of defiance.Tyler remained motionless, his expression still contorted in a frown, the saliva lingering on his face. Retrieving his handkerchief, he swiftly wiped away the unwanted spittle, his eyes gleaming with a manic determination. A plan began to form in his mind, a carefully orchestrated revenge against
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“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
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“Mom, why do you have a knife?” Tyler asked, his legs tensed, and beads of sweat forming on his face.His mother’s eyes darted towards him, revealing little in their gaze. It was as if she was concealing something from him.“Please tell me you’re not thinking of committing suicide, Mom?” His voice trembled slightly as he took cautious steps toward her, while she remained motionless on the couch.She stared back at him in silence, as though struggling to comprehend his words.“Please, Mom, if something’s wrong, talk to me instead of resorting to such thoughts,” he pleaded, stretching his hand out toward her.Tyler’s heart pounded heavily, and he noticed a frown forming on her face, followed by a look of confusion.“What are you talking about? Who mentioned suicide?” She asked, shrugging off his concern.Tyler furrowed his brows and his face contorted with bewilderment. He paused for a moment, his eyes fixed on her in puzzlement.“Wait, are you not planning to commit suicide?” He asked,
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