A son

Lucia's voice could be heard in the hallway of the dark room. A sacred place in the mansion.

She shouted, cursed, and cried. kicking the door, attempting to break it.

Instead, she got injured by the strong iron door.

The room was dark and only the lights reflecting from the hallway made it a little bright. though, Lucia wasn't scared of the dark.

She was a bit tired from the yelling and cursing. She became calm and laid down on the cold floor. Her hair scattered and body aching, she looked like a mad woman.

The room was very quiet so she could hear the footsteps approaching.

"Ricardo?" She called out and walked to the door. Only to find Claudia outside. She had an evil smile on her face as she approached her.

"It's you." She said and frowned.

"Lucia Roberts, The strong lady who fights for her dead naive mother." She said sarcastically and smiled.

Lucia clenched her fist tightly, she was very furious. But she couldn't do anything.

"Well, I'm just here to give you a piece of advice,"