I Faked My Death to Escape the Mafia Don After My Daughter Died Chapter 25

I Faked My Death to Escape the Mafia Don After My Daughter Died Chapter 25

Giovanna stayed in Sicily temporarily because of the police investigation.

Raffaele stayed with her too.

Vittorio was not taken away immediately.

The police needed his cooperation, and Cosa Nostra still had too many matters tangled within it.

But Villa Rizzuto had changed completely.

The master of the house no longer held absolute control over everything.

Giovanna was free to enter and leave.

Raffaele arranged guards around her, but those guards only protected her and never

restricted her.

One afternoon, Giovanna went to Ansela’s rebuilt grave.

The tombstone had already been replaced.

The photo on it was new too.

The little girl in the picture smiled brightly, her eyes curved like crescent moons.

Giovanna touched the photo gently.

“Ansela, Mommy came to see you.”

She brought a cake.

It was small, not beautiful, and the cream was slightly uneven.

But she made it herself.

She sat in front of the grave for a long time and told Ansela many things.

She told her that Serena had been arrested.

She told her that Dario was no longer in Villa Rizzuto.

She told her that Mommy had escaped again.

She also told her that there was someone named Don Raffaele Esposito who had helped

Mommy many times.

As she spoke, she suddenly remembered a night long ago.

Ansela had curled up in her arms and whispered, “Mommy, if I have a birthday wish, can I tell

you?”

Giovanna had smiled.

“If you tell me, it won’t come true.”

“Then I’ll tell you secretly. Don’t tell anyone else.”

“What wish?”

“If I tell it, it won’t work.”

Giovanna had laughed and tapped her little nose.

“Fine, fine. Then tell me on your birthday.”

She stopped asking, but Ansela had been too young to hide things.

Not long after, she had shyly said, “I’ll tell you secretly. You can’t tell anyone.”

“Ansela’s wish is for Daddy and Mommy to live to one hundred and eighty years old and stay

with Ansela forever.”

A child’s words were innocent and naïve.

Even now, remembering it, Giovanna’s lips still curved uncontrollably.

But as she smiled, her eyes turned red.

She did not understand.

She truly did not understand.

Ansela had been such a good child.

Why hadn’t her father loved her?

Why had Vittorio personally pushed her toward death?

While her thoughts flew wildly, a sharp voice pierced her ears.

“Giovanna Ricci, I want you dead.”

Giovanna lifted her head in a daze.

A woman in a striped hospital gown lunged toward her with a twisted expression, a knife

flashing coldly in her hand.

It was Serena.

How had she escaped from the psychiatric hospital?

Once Giovanna reacted, she dodged to the side, her movement quick and light.

But Serena had completely lost her mind, and her explosive strength was shocking.

She predicted Giovanna’s dodge and threw her whole body forward.

Strangely, when the sharp tip of the knife fell, Giovanna did not feel afraid.

Only a trace of confusion.

Ansela… was this you wishing Mommy would come keep you company?

That was fine too.

She had been stubborn and competitive all her life.

Even in desperate situations, she had never thought of giving up.

She really was a little tired.

Giovanna closed her eyes.

But the expected pain never came.

She opened her eyes in surprise and saw a hand blocking the dagger in front of her.

The palm was cut open and bleeding, yet it refused to let go.

Giovanna turned her head.

The person stopping Serena was Vittorio.