Chapter 133 The Sacrificed Pawn

• That decision didn’t shock Fabrizio alone. Tommaso, too, seemed taken aback, his lips parting for the briefest moment as though a question were about to escape. Yet his cautious gaze sweeping the room—and the awareness of the place he occupied—restrained any impulse to speak.
• Vincenzo, fully aware of every reaction and satisfied by the absence of resistance, rose calmly. He didn’t need final words; he crossed the hall with the authority of a man who didn’t argue orders—he imposed them—ending, with the weight of his presence alone, any chance of dispute.
• Tommaso extended a hand toward his brother, a restrained gesture of respect or perhaps reconciliation, but Fabrizio refused it, standing abruptly, driven by the fury he could no longer conceal.