“What a nightmare…”
Dmitry silently nodded, watching the stunned man across from him.
“Does my mother know about this?”
“Yes,” the lawyer replied quietly. “She knows everything, unfortunately. Though even if we hadn’t told her, it would’ve come out. You know how fast gossip spreads in small towns.”
Spartacus stood in silence for several minutes, trying to collect himself. He walked over to the wall, leaned his forehead and palms against it, stood that way a moment, and then returned to his seat.
“I understand, everything hit me all at once—and it’s insane. But I’ll pull myself together,” he finally said. “My mother’s staying at Valeria Igorevna’s house, right?”
“Yes. She’s taking good care of her, don’t worry. But she needs you.”
“Please thank Valeria for me,” Spartacus said sincerely.
“I will. She wanted to come visit you, but she’s afraid.”