The Humiliating Marriage Disguised as Gratitude,I Want It No More

My mother peeled a plate of figs, the way she always did in the Falcone house, and set them down in front of Lorenzo Falcone with the softest of movements.

Lorenzo didn't even lift his head.

"Your hands are all calluses, and there's dirt packed under every nail. You think anything you peel is fit for a made man to eat?"

His words left her too ashamed to raise her face.

"I... I only thought, your hands carry the Family's name, Lorenzo. They're so precious. I didn't want the skins to scratch them..."