Ellis was sitting in the backyard, a gentle breeze rustling through her brown hair as she watched Donna, her adorable daughter, playing with toys scattered on the grass. The late afternoon sun casts a golden glow over the yard, creating a serene atmosphere.
By her side, John Smith was tense. He couldn't get Vittorio Amorielle's surprise appearance at their house out of his mind. He looked at Ellis, his expression serious, and finally decided he needed to know the truth.
"Ellis, how did Vittorio Amorielle get into our house?”
Ellis sighed, turning to look at John. She had been expecting this conversation, but she didn't know how he would react. "John, he came here and offered help. I was unwell, and I accepted.”
John furrowed his brow, his voice tinged with irritation. "You ac
