In the café on the second floor of Salle de Bal Brise,
Lumian finished his lunch and caught sight of Franca once more. She was attired in a white shirt, light-colored breeches, and vibrant red boots.
This time, her countenance was grave, causing an uneasiness to settle upon Louis, Sarkota, and the other gangsters. They feared that trouble might accompany her arrival.
Lumian rose from his seat, casting an inquisitive gaze in her direction.
Franca exhaled slowly and spoke, her tone weighted with solemnity.
"Jenna's mother passed away."
Lumian was taken aback, as though he had witnessed Flameng's lifeless body dangling from a window frame or Ruhr decaying to the bone.
His eyes narrowed, and his hands clenched into fists. After a few moments, he inquired, "Was it due to her declining condition?"
"No," Franca shook her head. "It was suicide."
