Isabella sat on the edge of her bed, fragile but determined, while Leo paced slightly nearby, hands tucked in his pockets, eyes fixed on her every movement. Matteo and Riccardo stood close, silently ready to intervene if anything went wrong.
Nurses bustled in and out, gathering her discharge papers and prescriptions. Isabella clutched her bag nervously. The reality that she was finally leaving the hospital made her heart race—not entirely from relief, but from anticipation and fear of what awaited her back at the mansion.
Leo finally spoke, his voice low but sharp with concern. “You’re not going to try anything reckless, understood? I don’t want to have to rush back here.”
Isabella offered a small, tired smile. “I promise. I’ll be careful.”
Nico appeared at the door just as the nurses
