Chapter 16

MARCO

'5 years ago, five years ago, Mirana and my son still couldn't find each other. Not knowing what to do without knowing when to look for them.I'm already a mess, I'm a mess. Even my job at the company is beyond my control. If I was not just his stepbrother I would protest but I still respect him even though I am in this situation. He didn't want me to worry,' my mind reeled as the door suddenly opened and a mess Ros welcomed me. There were so many shattered bottles as he opened the door.

"Fuck what are you doing Marco?" he cried out for a reason I looked at him with a crooked smile.

"So it's Marco now? Not Nero?"

"Look at yourself, when did you wash yourself? Look at the stinky smell of it! Look at that beard with your face closed, as if you don't live here in your material home," he said and carried the gaze throughout the room and picked up a picture that was scattered on the floor.

"Ultrasound of your baby?" he asked as his pity rubbed his face slightly to look at me.