Elena's POV
"If Francesco is my real father, why is he trying to kill me?" I asked.
"Kill you? Francesco would never think of that," my mother defended.
"You said it yourself; he has his bad sides."
"That excludes wanting to get you killed," she added.
Francesco walked in immediately, and my mom and I greeted him with silence. There was no way we would discuss this with him in the room—it was too dangerous.
"Elena, what you saw—"
"Save it, Francesco." I looked back at my mother and dashed out of the room, leaving both of them stunned.
I had had enough for today.
I needed to go home and rest.
The question still hung in the air: Why is my real father trying to kill me?
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Russo's POV
Elena walked into my office with a stern face. She had been avoi
