In that moment, I finally understood that Angelo was like a block of ice. No matter how much warmth I gave him, even if the ice melted, it would only become water that I could never hold onto. So many thoughts rushed through my head all at once.
Mrs. Lombardi tried to say a few words to comfort me, but when she saw that I was really going to leave, she suddenly knelt in front of me and even bowed her head to the floor.
“Sophia, this is all my fault,” she said, crying.
“I didn’t teach my grandson properly and I allowed him to do something so cruel. Please, I promise he will make it up to you. Only you can help control Angelo’s nightmare disorder. I beg you, please forgive him, if not for his sake, then for the help I gave to your people before … ”
It was just like that scene seven years ago when she came to our village.
But this time, I would not turn back. Angelo’s nightmare disorder no longer had anything to do with me. I didn’t care anymore whether he lived or died.