บท 148: Chapter(Hundred) Forty Seven: Sickening

I am deeply sorry for my inability to upload frequently this month. I have been plagued with unfathomable depression and writer's block. I have also just recently recovered from a perilous flu which was not covid but equally as annoying. I hope to do better this March. Please don't forget to support my work with votes, gifts, and most especially comments. I love reading comments, it really brightens my mood. Sorry for the long intro and thank you for making my author's dreams come true. 

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 Lorenzo's death left Leo with a wrenching feeling of worthlessness. The feeling was always there, laying leaden beneath the surface. His father's death only caused it to fester. 

No one wanted him, even his own mother didn't want him. To this day, his grandfather still thought of him as a failure, a disappointment. A wasted opportunity for him to have a more befitting grandson, one that would make him most proud.

To him, Leo would always be the second-best.