~Alina~
Guilia’s eyes widened in confusion, her breath catching in her throat. She blinked at me, as if trying to process the sudden shift in the air.
Her hand instinctively reached out, her fingers trembling slightly as they brushed against mine.
“What’s wrong?” she whispered, her voice tight with concern. She scanned my face, searching for any hint of what had just crossed my mind, but I could see the same panic start to build in her own eyes.
“How do we get to Toronto this week?”
Guilia sat up straighter, determination lighting her tired face.
“We have to return without alerting him. He must not know about this inheritance, Guilia.”
My heart pounded in my chest as I remembered what he’d said two days ago—that my father owed him. If, by sheer chance, he learns about this inherit
