At the moment, everything around Victoria seemed wonderful to her. Although the injuries on her head and body hadn't fully healed, her heart was brimming with joy. What made her especially happy was that her cousin, grandpa, and uncles were all alive and well, and the Valentini Conglomerate was developing extremely well.
The door of the ward was pushed open. There stood Lorenzo, wearing a crisp white shirt, paired with a pair of sharply creased black suit pants, and a men's leather shoulder strap on his shoulders.
Victoria's gaze slowly shifted from his body to his face, a face that could captivate anyone.
The identical face and temperament made her feel as if she were seeing the man who had risked his life without hesitation to save her.
"Miss, here's your breakfast," Lorenzo said as
