Chapter 218

• “Look at him. He’s so pitiful.” The couple next to me whispered while their eyes were glued to Dario. Anyone would’ve expected for him to cry, and rightfully so—but he didn’t.
• It was his uncle’s funeral, and he didn’t shed a tear. Only one week had passed since the unfortunate event, and there were still a lot of mysteries that had yet to be unsolved.
• I watched as Christian placed his hand on Dario’s shoulder and wondered what was going to his mind. If anyone hadn’t been the same, it had to be him. After informing him about his uncle’s crimes, he told me to keep it quiet—so I did. The only ones who knew were the ones who were aware of Berto.