Both children flinched. They scrambled behind Dante, clutching his collar and whimpering.
"Daddy, that woman said she's going to kill us!"
Dante dropped to his knees at once, pulling them close, murmuring comfort. When he finally looked up at me, his brows were knotted with fury.
"Serafina, are you done making a scene?"
"Since the moment you set foot in this house, you've turned the whole place upside down. Take your daughter and get out of here!"
Valentina's forehead was split open. Blood ran down past her eye, tracing a thin red line along her cheek. Dante didn't spare her a single glance.
He only had arms for the two children in Gianna's brood.
I clenched my jaw so hard my teeth ached, clutched my daughter tight, and charged toward the banquet hall, screaming at the top of my lungs:
"A doctor! Is there a doctor here?!"
Dante's head snapped up. He lunged to stop me.
"Serafina! Who do you think you are, making a scene in front of the Family's physician?! Don't you dare!"