After a few minutes, Vittorio also left for the office. Elena stayed behind, waiting for Siena so they could leave for college together. Still heavy-hearted, Siena picked up her books and bag, about to leave for college as planned.
“Where are you going?” The grandmother’s sharp voice made her stop in her tracks.
“College,” Siena replied casually.
“Don’t go today. Come to my room. My feet are aching—I need a massage,” the grandmother summoned with authority.
Siena was caught off guard. She glanced at Soraya, silently asking for help.
“Mother, I’m free until lunchtime. I can give you a good massage,” Soraya quickly offered, trying to rescue the situation.
But the grandmother shot her a burning glare. “No. Your old hands can’t work properly. I need my granddaughter-in-law. She should be
