Angelo leaned against the railings while holding his glass of liquor in his hand. The lush garden did not look so beautiful any longer, as his soul was completely crushed by the revelation of Emily not being pregnant.
Immediately, Angelo turned as he heard footsteps walking towards him, and right there he saw Tito walking towards him before stopping. Being as highly influential as he was, Angelo knew that he had to be on his toes at all times, whether it be selectively choosing each of his security details personally or strategically picking out the best Italian tiles—ones that would make the slightest sound when someone walked on them.
Before he could open his mouth to say anything, Angelo froze as he saw the look on Tito's face.
Angelo swallowed the lump in his throat as he tried his best to compose himself; there was no need for him to panic before he could decipher what it was that made a man such as Tito look gloomy.