Blayze bowed his head, gripping the glass so tightly that his knuckles turned white. Striving for composure, he confessed, "Because my uncle despises the Blakely family, and so do I."

Seeing his face, so reminiscent of Tyrone's, Sabrina was struck with a thought. Could it be...

“Back then, my dad had an affair with Kira. She flaunted her pregnancy to my mom, who was eight months pregnant at the time. My mom went into premature labor and gave birth to me. After that, she couldn't find peace. One day, unnoticed by the nurse, she jumped from the rooftop..." Blayze shut his eyes, teeth clenched, lips quivering slightly. His voice was deep and rough, filled with sorrow.

"My uncle told me she died instantly, the ground soaked with her blood..." he shared, taking a sip from his glass.

"She was just twenty-four years old when she passed away... I remember my grandma saying my mom was born in the fall. The night before her birth, it drizzled. My grandma saw it as a sign and named her Analia. My mom was sensitive and delicate, with a perpetual sadness in her eyes. Hearing of my mom's death, my grandma fainted, and her health declined after that. She developed Alzheimer's and often mistook people for my mom. Near the end, she approached me, grasping my hand, regretting she named my mom Analia. She said autumn rain symbolizes parting, descent, and life's fading... Since birth, I've been without my mom. The one who caused her so much pain lived comfortably, shielded by the Blakely family. Kira left the country, facing no consequences..."