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Eva

Lorenzo's mother's expression hardened as she glared at me.

"Leave now, please," she said, her voice cold and unwavering. "I don't want to see you ever again in front of my son. If you do, I promise you'll regret it."

Her eyes flashed with fierce determination. Despite this, I took a step back, trying to reason with her.

"I'm a good person," I pleaded