Chapter 125

• || VINCENZO's POV ||
• The air had thickened with tension, the weight of the crowd's gaze pressing down on us. My mind was still racing, trying to digest what Rossie had just revealed. The pieces of the puzzle I had been trying to put together for months were now scattered on the floor, broken beyond repair. It felt like I was drowning in the storm of it all.
• I could hear my grandfather seething beside me, his grip tightening on Seth as if holding onto the child would keep him grounded in this moment of chaos. I knew what was coming. I could see the veins popping in his neck, the barely contained fury radiating from his every pore. He was about to lose control, and I wasn’t sure whether I was ready for that.