The resolve
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"Who's there?" Roberto's voice rang out in a mix of irritation and concern as the disruptive noise escalated. He strode toward the source, his tension growing, only to realize it was the wind howling through an open window. Letting out a frustrated breath, he returned to his previous position, his gaze resuming its focus on Rosella.
"Rosella," he began, his tone edged with a blend of disappointment and determination. "Jackson repeated the same words he confronted me with over the phone the other day , the ones you vehemently denied."
Rosella's expression faltered for a moment, the mask of pretense momentarily slipping. "What words are you talking about?" she inquired, her voice carrying a hint of innocence.
"Your alleged involvement in Gabriella's accident," Roberto s
