I Faked My Death to Escape the Mafia Don After My Daughter Died Chapter 22

I Faked My Death to Escape the Mafia Don After My Daughter Died Chapter 22

After that, Vittorio became even more cautious.

He no longer touched her without permission.

He sat outside the room for hours, sometimes all night.

The guards said Don Vittorio seemed to have become a shadow.

He would not eat unless Giovanna ate.

He would not sleep unless Giovanna slept.

But Giovanna did not care.

One day, Vittorio brought Dario’s news.

“Serena has been locked in a psychiatric facility. She will never come out again.”

“As for Dario… he’s only a child, and he did call me father for several years. I sent him to an

orphanage and gave them some money to make sure he won’t starve.”

At that point, Vittorio looked at Giovanna nervously, afraid she would be angry.

Giovanna had no particular reaction.

That little boy had been vicious, but in the end, he was only used by the adults around him.

Serena’s miserable life was enough to comfort Ansela’s spirit.

Giovanna was not so cruel that she needed such a young child to die.

Seeing that she had no extreme reaction, Vittorio let out a breath of relief.

His eyes softened, and he bent to kiss her.

“I knew my Giovanna was always kind…”

The cool touch landed on her lips.

Giovanna’s eyes sharpened.

She bit him hard again, and the taste of blood spread.

Vittorio paused, but there was no anger.

He only looked at her helplessly and said, “Fine. If biting me makes you feel better, bite.”

Giovanna closed her eyes and said nothing.

Vittorio left the room with his wound.

But after he stepped outside, he did not go far.

Through the gap in the door, he saw Giovanna sit quietly on the bed for a long time.

Then she picked up the family photo album again.

For a brief second, Vittorio’s heart softened.

He had been wrong.

He had failed to protect Giovanna.

How could he blame her?

There was still so much time ahead.

She would soften eventually.

She would forgive him eventually.

The more Vittorio thought about it, the softer his heart became.

He even wanted to go in and unlock her chains right then.

Until he saw Giovanna reach out and, with almost stubborn determination, tear apart the

photo.

She ripped the part printed with him into pieces.

Only then did Vittorio understand.

She did not want memories with him.

She only wanted to erase him.