The mere thought of the whole incident made her soul shiver. Her heart ached for him.
Juliana placed her hand on his cheeks and buried her face on his neck as she hugged him tightly.
Owen did not say anything, instead he hugged her back. He felt a sense of comfort and weird satisfaction when she held him tightly.
It was an overwhelming feeling, something he had never felt before. But instead of overthinking, he decided to embrace the occasion.
"Do you feel bad for me?" He smiled as he gently caressed her back.
She did not say anything, she just embraced him.
"Don't feel bad for me—" When she looked at him, he added, "I killed him."
After their mothers funeral, Javier took Owen and Elsa to Russia as he had planned.
Though he continued to listen to his grandfather and father, the resentment and hatred he had for them kept growing.