The next day, Massimo had breakfast with Fabio. He was slightly surprised his grandfather had agreed to meet with him when Massimo called—especially after Massimo clarified it had nothing to do with work.
They ate a light meal in silence at the Ferraro estate's dining room. Massimo was regretting dismissing the servants—at least their movements would've made the place feel less empty.
"So," Fabio finally said, "I suppose this meeting must be about your divorce?"
"No," Massimo replied. "It's just breakfast, Fabio."
It was Fabio's turn to be surprised. His face quickly morphed back to something like anger. It was an expression of frustration and annoyance Massimo was very familiar with.
"Right," Fabio grumbled. "You don't need an old man's advice. I see how it is."
But then Fabio surp
