Chapter 83 The Broken Don

• Silvio Pov
• I stood there, observing the broken portrait lying on the ground. There was no doubt that the boy depicted in it resembled how I looked when I was little, and I found it difficult to accept this reality.
• Five years had gone by, and I had made numerous attempts to find peace within myself. However, no matter how hard I tried, it was incredibly challenging to move on. I struggled so much to forget her, but regardless of what I did, she was always on my mind. It felt like a curse; she was perpetually present in my thoughts.