Chapter 468

• He rarely had long sleep sessions; it was always difficult for him to fall asleep, and even when he did, it wouldn’t last long—he would wake up easily.
• He had lost track of how many days it had been. Ernesto constantly felt like he was trapped in a raging inferno, tormented by fragments of dreams that had been buried deep in his heart—memories he never wanted to recall yet could never forget…
• In the dream, there was a woman who showered him with love and care, always staying by his side. She treated him like any devoted mother would treat her child, pouring all her love into him, harboring hopes that he would grow up to be a successful man.