Chapter 178 Inner Struggle

• Sofia stood barefoot at the entrance of the mansion, arms wrapped around herself as a cold breeze whispered through the dark night. An unsettling feeling had been gnawing at her for hours—an invisible weight sitting heavy on her chest. Leonardo hadn’t called. It was late. Too late. And her gut screamed something was wrong.
• When she finally saw headlights in the distance, her heart skipped. But that relief turned to horror the second Leonardo stepped out of the car, his shirt stained dark red and his face pale.
• “Leonardo?” she gasped, her voice breaking.