Meanwhile, after an hour on the road, the car stopped in front of a sprawling estate.The iron gates slowly opened, and the lights along the walls flickered on one by one.I had barely stepped out of the car when my birth mother, Ivy Rossi, came forward and pulled me into a tight embrace. "Sweetheart, you're finally home."Her embrace was warm and faintly scented with flowers.I stiffened. After a moment's hesitation, I raised an arm and gently hugged her back.A stern-faced man stood nearby, watching, yet his eyes were warm.He was Lorenzo Rossi, the Don of the Rossi family and my biological father. "I'm glad you're home. Was the drive tiring?"I shook my head, unsure what to do with myself.Twenty-two years. I never imagined I would see my birth parents again.That they would be standing here, waiting for me to come home.Ivy took my hand and led me upstairs, all the way to the sunniest room on the second floor, and pushed open the door.The room was spacious, with plush carpet, floo
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