The Billionaire's Caregiver
Finally, Lorenzo said, almost a whisper, “You’re too much like your mother—too much heart for this world.”
Leo looked toward the window, his voice low. “She had heart. You called it weakness.”
Lorenzo didn’t answer. He turned to leave, pausing at the door. “If you keep going down this road, you might win the war, but don’t lose yourself.”
The door closed softly behind him.
Leo leaned back in his chair, eyes burning. Outside, lightning tore through the clouds, its reflection slicing across the glass, a flash of truth in a storm that had only begun.
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