Chapter One Hundred And Seven:Mary.

As Mary watched the trendy news about Giovanni Russo, she didn't need anyone to tell her that the woman whose face was blurred in the video was no other than Marissa, her daughter. She didn't need to see her face to know her daughter's body.

Her hands shaked at that revelation, and she couldn't help but pity her poor soul because she didn't know what she just did, Marisa has always been one stubborn fellow that doesn't take her advice that well, but she knew that it was all her fault her acting this way, because she didn't tell her the truth.

The truth that she wasn't her real mother, and that the man who has died that she may live, being her husband, Gabriel Diaz was not her real father. He had picked her from the roadside when she was six years old, Marissa could barely remember that she had escaped the orphanage which was closer to the road where her husband found her, crying and scared for her life as he was coming back from work.