Sofia's shoulder wound wasn't serious.
The bullet had only grazed the soft tissue. No bone damage.
Damian stood in the hallway of the private hospital, still holding the wedding ring Elena had left behind.
The band was thin.
But in his palm, it felt heavy enough to steal his breath.
Nicolò walked over and handed him the investigation report. "They found the shooter outside the manor."
Damian looked up. "Whose man?"
Nicolò's expression was complicated. "No one's. A gunman who was expelled from the family's side business two months ago. Someone wired him fifty thousand through an encrypted account."
"The account?"
"It traced back to a shell company under Miss Costa's name."
The corridor fell silent for a few seconds.
Damian didn't speak.
He just flipped through the report, page b
