Ayana sighed. She felt bad about Seraphina's death, about Luca, and about the man who will never meet his lover and never know he has a son. It was just a tragic love story.
"So that's the reason why you want to help me? You feel sorry for what your uncle did to your mother," Ayana said, and sadness filled her eyes.
Luca didn't say anything. He actually didn't really feel anything toward his mother. He never met her. Everything he knew about her was by the memory she left. Moreover, he was not a normal child who needed affection from his parents. When he was a child, even though he still hasn't gotten back his memory, he always felt so distant to people around him. Everything he does has its own purpose. He didn't really care about what happened in the past, but if he could use this for his own advantage, so be it.
