I Faked My Death to Escape the Mafia Don After My Daughter Died Chapter 07

I Faked My Death to Escape the Mafia Don After My Daughter Died Chapter 07

Serena moved forward on her knees, every word soaked in tears.

“Dario is a good boy. He wouldn’t run around. You must have hidden him.”

“If you want to kill or torture someone, come at me. The child is innocent.”

Giovanna peeled Serena’s hands away and calmly looked at Vittorio.

“Do you think it was me too?”

“I’ve been in the hospital these past few days. I’ve been under your eyes the entire time. But

you still believe her and think I hid your precious Dario?”

The veins at Vittorio’s forehead throbbed.

He was clearly frantic too, but he still tried to keep his voice gentle.

“You just got out of the hospital. I don’t want to use force on you. Hand Dario over, and I

won’t punish you.”

Her heart had long been riddled with holes, but at this moment, Giovanna still felt bitterness

rise.

“I said I didn’t leak anything to that media account. You didn’t believe me. I said I didn’t touch

your son. You still don’t believe me. Vittorio Rizzuto, you never believe me.”

Vittorio clenched his fists as if he had reached the limit of his patience.

He dragged her into the security room.

On the replay, a woman in a hospital gown slipped into the child’s room and carried away the

sleeping boy.

The woman’s figure, hairstyle, even gait were exactly like Giovanna’s.

Only her face was hidden behind a mask.

“Is it that I don’t believe you, or that you’re not worth believing? The cameras caught it. What else are you going to argue?”

“You used to be so kind and righteous. You saved countless lives. How did you become like

this? Even while hospitalized, you found a chance to sneak back and hurt Dario.”

Just because of a similar figure and a hospital gown, he sentenced her to guilt.

Giovanna laughed miserably.

“Since you’ve already decided it was me, what else is there for me to say?”

Vittorio froze.

He had never imagined that one day his wife would say something like that to him.

Once, they had curled beneath blankets and talked from philosophy to crime, as if they would

never run out of things to say.

That strange ache flashed across his heart, but he hardened himself quickly.

“I’ll ask one last time. Where is Dario?”

“I don’t know.”

“Fine. I don’t believe you can stay stubborn forever.”

He waved his hand.

A guard brought over a whip as thick as two fingers.

The whip cut through the air with a sharp crack and struck Giovanna’s back.

“Will you talk?”

Giovanna spat out blood.

Her hands scraped against the floor as she tried silently to crawl away.

Seeing her like this reminded Vittorio of the three years she had left him.

His anger grew stronger, and he lifted his hand again.

Whip after whip.

Soon, Giovanna’s back was a bloody mess.

All ten of her fingernails broke, yet she still failed to escape.

It hurt.

It hurt so much.

“The young master is back.”

An excited voice came from outside the door.

Joy burst into Vittorio’s eyes.

He threw down the bloodstained whip and rushed out.

Giovanna was left lying on the floor like a corpse for a long time.

After a long while, she finally crawled up little by little.

She glanced at her phone.

A familiar number had sent her a message.

[Everything is ready. Vittorio Rizzuto will watch you die with his own eyes.]

Soon.

Soon, she would vanish from his world in the most violent way possible.