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Enzo bowed his head slightly and sighed loudly before he started speaking. There were a lot of things to be said and he trusted his uncle to listen. Uncle Morelli was his favorite relative while growing up, he treated them with love and care and that drew them even closer.

“My name is Lorenzo Verrilli.” he started and the shocked look that crossed his uncle's face was unmistakable.

“What!?” he screamed. Lorenzo was his nephew. His parents had died about two decades ago and nothing had been heard of him again. Most people in the family held the opinion that he was dead. Hd had tried looking for them, combing the entire city of Palermo and its environs. The search had lasted for about a year and when he didn't find them, he finally gave up. Now it seems like fate had answered his prayer.

“I am Lorenzo Verrilli, the only son of Matteo Verrilli and rightful heir of the Verrilli family,” Enzo repeated himself firmly.

“Prove it.” Uncle Morelli replied, fixing his eyes firmly on him. He got u