The suffocating silence stretched so thick in the ward, it was ready to stab if it snapped. She felt unsteady, like the floor beneath her had suddenly shifted, like the world had tilted and she couldn't grasp how.
"The treatment is wasting money, and it’s not even working. Go back to the regular treatment." Don Antonio replied nonchalantly.
She stared at him, barely able to comprehend what she’d just heard. Her throat felt tight, burning with unspoken fury and disbelief. “We had an agreement,” she said. “We talked about it. You Proposed it so why are you breaking it?!
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Her father, always the composed businessman, always the man who could justify any betrayal under the guise of practicality, sighed as if she was the one being unreasonable. “Valentina,” he said, with that tired, patroni
