Dominic stared at Bianca, his eyes ice-cold. "Answer me."
Bianca's lips trembled. Then she sank to her knees, tears streaming down her face, as if she had been wronged beyond words.
"This has nothing to do with me," she cried. "Someone gave me that perfume. I only wore it because I thought it smelled nice. I never imagined it would hurt Thea. I never wanted to harm her."
Dominic's face remained hard as iron.
"Trace it," he ordered. "Find out who gave her that perfume."
Bianca immediately seized on that small opening. She clutched her stomach and looked up at Dominic with tear-filled eyes.
"Mr. Vittori, I'm carrying Luca's child," she said. "For the baby's sake, please let me go back to rest. I really can't handle any more stress."
My heart sank. Even now, she was still using the pre
