After the Macia family left, Louis caught Enzo in a corner. Enzo had completely forgotten that Louis had been waiting to talk to him, so he hadn't thought to slip away before getting caught.

"Puppy, what's going on?" Louis asked in a serious tone.

"What?" Enzo replied, pretending he had no idea what Louis was talking about.

"Are you seeing someone?" Louis asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No," Enzo said flatly.

"I saw your love messages," Louis stated.

"And why do you think it's okay to read my messages?" Enzo shot back angrily. "I'm a f***ing adult, Louis! Leave me alone!" he snapped.

"I didn't read them intentionally. I just happened to see some of your messages. But you know Papa won't let this happen. So stop it," Louis said firmly.

"Why don't you mind your own business, Louis? This is my life. I'm 27. I make the decisions about my life," Enzo shot back.

"You know Papa won't allow this, Enzo. Why are you doing it?" Louis asked, his tone tinged with frustration.

"Why doesn't Papa want this to happen? Oh, I know. He hates me. He never wanted me to have any love from a woman because, in his opinion, I'm the reason his wife died! That's why he hired a man as a nanny instead of a woman—so no woman would ever love me!" Enzo's voice rose furiously, his eyes shining with unshed tears, and his lips trembling.

"What the hell are you talking about, Enzo? What kind of nonsense is that?" Louis asked, shocked.

"That's exactly what he told me. He said it. To. My. Face!" Enzo shouted, his anger spilling over.

"When?" Louis asked, his shock deepening.

"That day," Enzo said, lowering his voice as painful memories flooded his mind—the day he had tried to end his life. The physical and emotional pain of that moment washed over him, and he hated himself for letting it resurface. He couldn't believe he had once done something so reckless and destructive.

"What day?" Louis asked, still confused.

"I don't want to talk about this. Just stay away from me," Enzo said, his voice filled with bitterness. He blamed himself for dredging up his horrible past—something he had sworn never to revisit. But now, it was back, and it hurt all over again.

Enzo turned to walk away, but Louis grabbed his hand, stopping him. "Are you talking about the day you tried to... you..." Louis's voice faltered, unable to finish the sentence. It had been one of the most horrifying days of his life—the day he realized just how much he truly cared about Enzo.

Enzo said nothing. He stood silently, staring at the ground, his shoulders heavy with unspoken pain.

"Enzo, he didn't really say that... right? You're just saying it because you're angry, right?" Louis asked, trying to comfort himself more than anyone else.

Enzo remained silent. He thought it was pointless to waste his words now. Why bother explaining anything to Louis if he wasn't going to believe him?

"Enzo..." Louis began, but he didn't know how to finish. He wanted to convince himself that what Enzo had said wasn't true, but his mind drifted back to the past, and shame washed over him. Embarrassment and disgust crept in as he remembered how they had treated Enzo. He couldn't believe that, at one point, he had been a part of it.

Anger flared in his chest as he thought about Gerardo. The way Gerardo had treated Enzo like a worthless animal—the punishments, the cruel words—it was disgusting to even think about now. Louis's heart ached with guilt, and he felt like he couldn't face Enzo anymore.

"Is she... does she love you, though?" Louis finally asked, his voice quieter.

Enzo looked at him, his expression unreadable.

"How the hell would I know, Louis?" he replied sharply.

"Then why are you messaging her like that?" Louis asked curiously.

"Because I like her. Is that so hard to understand?" Enzo snapped.

"What if she doesn't love you but loves your money instead?" Louis asked, his tone probing.

Enzo froze. He had never considered the possibility. Could Hazel really only care about him because he was rich? "I... I don't know," he admitted finally, the doubt creeping into his voice. He couldn't believe he was having this conversation with Louis. What did Louis even know about love? Had he ever loved anyone?

"See? That's what I'm saying. She could be a gold digger," Louis said bluntly.

"What about Camille?" Enzo countered, his voice sharp. "You don't love her. She married you for money, and you married her because Papa wanted you to."

"I love her," Louis said firmly. "She's the mother of my children."

"Oh, shut up, Louis. What the hell do you know about love? You're a f***ing monster," Enzo snapped.

"Enzo, if you love her, at least make sure she actually loves you—not your money," Louis said calmly.

"I don't even know why I'm talking about this stuff with you," Enzo said, his tone laced with annoyance. Yet, he didn't leave.

"Maybe you needed someone to talk to," Louis replied with a smirk. He was secretly pleased that Enzo had opened up, even if just a little. At the end of the day, Enzo was his baby brother, and Louis wanted to treat him better. The guilt from how he had treated Enzo in the past still weighed heavily on him.

"I have Papa if I want someone to talk to," Enzo said stubbornly. But he stayed. A small part of him felt a bit of relief from sharing his thoughts, even if it was with Louis. He hated Louis, but deep down, he still craved a connection with his brothers. The problem was, he didn't trust them—he never had.

Enzo wasn't scared of Gerardo like before, but he feared what might happen if they hurt Hazel. Mia had been killed because of him, and he couldn't bear for the same thing to happen to Hazel.

"I hope Papa doesn't try to kill her. I don't think I could face something like that again," Enzo murmured, unaware that he had said the words out loud. He was lost in thought, thinking it had stayed in his mind.

Louis's heart clenched at Enzo's words. He felt a wave of emotion hit him. Without thinking, Louis pulled Enzo closer. "Do you love her that much, Puppy?" he asked softly.

"Hmm... I don't know," Enzo replied lazily, his voice drained of energy as if the weight of everything had left him hollow.

Without saying a word, Louis pulled him into a hug. Maybe, just maybe, this small gesture could wash away some of the guilt that had been eating at him.

Enzo didn't resist. He simply stood there, enveloped in Louis's warmth, feeling like a lifeless mannequin. His mind wandered, consumed by thoughts of Hazel.