I Faked My Death to Escape the Mafia Don After My Daughter Died Chapter 26

I Faked My Death to Escape the Mafia Don After My Daughter Died Chapter 26

After Serena was dragged back to the psychiatric hospital, Vittorio stubbornly refused to go

to the hospital.

Giovanna had no choice but to call his assistant and ask him to bring gauze and iodine for a

simple bandage.

After the wound was wrapped, Vittorio lowered his head and looked at Giovanna pitifully.

“Can you stay with me for a while? For the sake of me saving you?”

“No. My husband is waiting for me at home. Besides, Serena was your sin. Saving me was

what you should have done.”

Vittorio lowered his head.

“Are we really impossible?”

Giovanna said lightly, “The moment you chose your Dario and did not choose Ansela, we

became impossible.”

A suffocating silence spread.

After a long while, Vittorio spoke again.

“Then… would you be willing to visit Ansela with me?”

“I’m begging you. Have you forgotten? Ansela wanted Mommy and Daddy to celebrate her

birthday together.”

Giovanna sighed.

“Fine.”

They went to a cake shop together and made a cake.

Then they walked step by step to the cemetery.

The tombstone had been rebuilt, and the photo had been replaced with a new one.

The silver cross inside had long been removed.

During the period when Vittorio searched for Giovanna, he had also asked a kind priest to perform rites for Ansela’s soul.

Vittorio set down the cake and asked gently, “Ansela, do you miss Daddy?”

“She doesn’t miss you. She heard it very clearly that day. Daddy gave up on her.”

Giovanna’s mocking voice was like a knife, slicing hard through his heart.

Vittorio staggered back two steps and half-knelt.

After everything, late guilt finally bloomed inside him.

“It was my fault. I wronged her. I..”

“Whenever you wronged me, you always thought there would be a next time to make it up.

When you saved your son on the bridge, you thought the same, didn’t you? Ansela was easy

to coax. Buy her a nice cake later, and everything would pass.”

Giovanna wiped away the tears at the corners of her eyes.

“What a pity. There was no later.”

Ansela would never come back.

Pain appeared on Vittorio’s face.

Giovanna no longer wanted to stay with him and turned to leave.

After a few steps, she seemed to remember something and looked back.

“Oh, right. There’s something I never told you.”

“Ansela had a secret she didn’t let me tell, because birthday wishes won’t come true if too

many people know them. But now… it can’t come true anyway.”

“She hoped we would both live to one hundred and eighty.”

Those words struck Vittorio like a hammer.

They bent his back and reddened his eyes.

Giovanna saw him cover his face as tears slid silently down his cheeks.

Ansela had been gone for three years.

This was the first time her father cried for her.

Giovanna did not hesitate anymore.

She turned and left.

That night, she saw Ansela in a dream.

“Mommy, don’t be sad. Ansela knows it wasn’t Mommy’s fault.”

The little girl ran over, stood on tiptoe, and wiped her tears.

“Mommy is the best mommy. Mommy is the person Ansela loves most, most, most.”

Giovanna opened her mouth, but before words came, sobs escaped.

“Ansela, I miss you so much…”

So much.

So very much.

“Mommy, don’t cry. The angel sister said Ansela can go to heaven. Ansela just changed

worlds to live somewhere else.”

She kissed Giovanna’s cheek.

“Although Ansela doesn’t want Mommy to forget me… Mommy, your life is still very long. You

have to keep going and be happy every day.”

“Ansela will watch over you from the sky.”

After saying that, her figure grew blurrier and blurrier.

“Ansela… no.”

Giovanna lunged forward in panic and realized she had just opened her eyes.

So it was a dream.

She stayed silent for a long time, then washed up and walked into the living room.

Raffaele thoughtfully poured her warm water and said softly, “Someone found Vittorio in the cemetery last night after he attempted suicide. They tried to save him all night, but he was gone before dawn.”

“He left a will naming you as the heir to his estate.”

Giovanna could not describe what she felt.

After a long while, she said, “That’s fine.”

Vittorio had cost Ansela her life.

Returning his life to Ansela was fine.

After confirming she wasn’t sad, Raffaele quietly let out a breath.

Then he led her into the courtyard, knelt on one knee in front of her, and took out a ring.

Giovanna was startled.

Only then did she realize he was dressed beautifully today.

A neat suit, carefully styled hair, and an already striking face made even more elegant.

He said, “Last time, I was too rushed. I only thought about registering the marriage. So today,

I want to formally propose to Miss Ricci.”

“Miss Ricci, will you marry me?”

Giovanna thought of Ansela’s words from last night.

Keep going.

Be happy every day.

There was no need to drown forever in past pain.

Ansela must have wanted her to be happy too.

Giovanna extended her hand and smiled.

“I will.”

“Don Raffaele, please take care of me for the rest of our lives.”