Chapter 116 True Face

• Vincenzo strode through the hall with purposeful steps, his grip firm on Vittoria’s hand, drawing curious glances that followed their every move.
• “Daughter, won’t you greet your papà?” Alfonso asked, stepping in front of them, his presence commanding attention as he blocked their path with the solemnity of someone who refused to be ignored.
• “Hello, papà,” Vittoria replied, holding his gaze while forcing a tense smile that betrayed more defiance than affection.