After My Father Was Murdered, I Thought He Was My Savior Chapter 12

After My Father Was Murdered, I Thought He Was My Savior Chapter 12

In a monastery on the outskirts of Milan, I was quietly restoring the final body.

Beside me, the nuns spoke softly.

“Have you heard? The youngest godfather in Sicily turned himself in.”

“He confessed to betraying a police informant, deceiving his wife’s feelings, and causing the deaths of his father-in-law and his own child. Thank God. A devil like that has finally repented. The woman he hurt is so pitiful.”

The suture needle in my hand paused slightly.

I opened my phone.

The headline showed a photo of Rinaldo being escorted away.

Facing trial and police questioning, he remained expressionless the entire time.

His eyes were like stagnant water.

“Miss Valentina, your express documents.”

I took the package and opened it.

Inside were two documents.

The first was the marriage dissolution agreement.

Rinaldo’s bold, sweeping signature was already written in the lower-right corner.

The second was a deed of transfer.

He had unconditionally transferred his entire underground empire and all his assets to my name.

There was also a sheet of parchment.

On it was his familiar handwriting.

[Valentina, you must accept these. I promised you I would disappear completely from your world. May you live freely, far from the darkness.]

A faint smile curved my lips.

This time, he finally understood.

I threw the parchment into the incinerator.

It was like burning away the unbearable past between us.

In the flames, I seemed to see my father’s relieved smile.

Finally, I could carry my father’s banner again and continue down the road of seeking truth.

As for the once-arrogant godfather, he would spend the rest of his life behind bars paying for his crimes.