Chapter 162 The Same Pattern
- Vittoria felt her heart race, her fingers instinctively sliding to the nasal cannula as weakness still weighed heavily on her body.
- “Papà,” Vittoria whispered, forcing steadiness into the word, though the tremor running through her betrayed the fear gripping her.
- “I was so worried, principessa,” Alfonso said, his voice far too gentle, as his fingers brushed hers in an affection that felt rehearsed.