Matteo released me and answered, listening silently. When he hung up, his expression shifted. After that, his features softened once more.
He reached out and gently patted Sylvia’s head, his gaze filled with tenderness.
“The boy is safe. You’ve heard enough today. Let’s leave. Don’t come back here again.”
Sylvia’s eyes were red as she limped toward the exit. She thought she could end everything with just a few simple words. It was far too easy. So, I lifted my chin slightly and my bodyguard immediately blocked her path.
Matteo shot me a cold, cutting glance. After so many years, we could read each other with just a look. Then, he curved his lips into a soft smile and called out to Sylvia, “Come here and apologize to Victoria before you leave.”
Sylvia froze, resentment and grievance swirling in her eyes. But she still obeyed, walking stiffly toward me and dropping to her knees.
She said, her voice trembling, “Miss Morelli, I acted on impulse. I came here without knowing the full truth.”
“It was wrong of me to hurt you … but you’ve also lost a child yourself. You should understand how I feel, shouldn’t you?”
“A mother who can’t even protect her own child is nothing but trash.”