When Gianna stepped inside her son's room, she smiled softly seeing that he was busy reading a book.
Oliver put down the book in his hand as soon as he saw his mother.
"Mother…"
He whispered and picked up his stick and tried to stand up. However, Gianna immediately walked to him and held his hand to stop him.
"There is no need, Oliver. How many times I have told you that there is no need to do all this!"
Oliver smiled but it was very light. He knew that his mother didn't want him to put much strain on his legs.
He sat down on the chair and Gianna sat down on the bed closer to him.
"I wanted to talk to you about something."
"Yes, Mother."
Oliver's whole attention was on his mother.
Gianna was silent for some time before she started to speak.
"Do you remember I had told you before that I had arranged your marriage with a girl when you were nine?"
Oliver frowned but nodded his head.
"Yes, Mother. I remember."
Then a moment later, he said suddenly
