#Chapter79
Lucius was livid.
Not because he was sitting in front of his mother who had left him decades ago nor it was due to the harsh glares he was receiving from his darling wife.
He was livid to look at his mother who killed her own daughter. Although he was stuck with the realization that his sister who was way too humble and docile was a witch herself and a magic weilder, he still could not understand the reason behind such vile actions by a mother; however unintentional it was.
Lucius’ heart was an ocean of sentiments at that moment. One, he felt extremely good that Madonna was worried about him enough to take him to his mother to save him.
Two, those few moments when Madonna was in panic regarding his pretentious unconscious situation, touched him. It shed light on his unasked doubts.
