The Mafia Heir Forgot the Woman Who Saved Him

On the twenty-ninth day after Lorenzo Moretti recovered his memory, his mother came to find me once again.

"There's a satchel here. Thirty million, untraceable. You have three days to leave the country. I don't want to see you again!"

She threw the bundle of cash at my feet, her eyes brimming with contempt.

Calmly, I picked it up.

I didn't argue my case with red-rimmed eyes the way I used to.

Instead, I nodded obediently and said, "Fine."

Seeing me so compliant, Vittoria Moretti's lips curved into a sneer as she looked down on me from her height.