Marco’s fists slowly relaxed, but his glare remained fixed on Frank as they followed him to the car.
The drive to the Donato mansion was filled with silence, the evening shadows stretching long across the road.
Delilah sat beside Marco, her mind racing, her thoughts circling back to her aunt in the hospital.
She wanted to be there, not heading toward a forced confrontation with Marco's grandfather. But there was no way out.
When they arrived at the mansion, Frank led them through the grand halls to the room where Elder Donato awaited them.
The air felt cold and unforgiving.
The grandfather, sitting in his wheelchair, gestured for them to sit on the two chairs placed side by side in front of him.
Marco didn’t hesitate, settling into his seat with his usual confident demeanor.
