He dropped to her side, his hands already reaching for her, his entire focus on her as if nothing else existed. "Are you okay? Did you get hurt?"
Liliana clutched her arm, her brows furrowing as if in pain. She let out a soft wince, her breathing uneven.
But her eyes…
Her eyes were fixed on me.
She didn't say a single word.
She didn't have to.
That look alone was enough.
Dante turned.
His expression had completely changed, anger flashing across his face without restraint. His signet ring had gone perfectly still against his finger.
"Adriana," he said, his voice sharp and cold, "I didn't know you were capable of something this cruel."
The accusation came without hesitation. Without doubt.
"Apologize to Lily. Now."
Around us, the atmosphere shifted instantly.
Don Vittorio's face darkened, his earlier joy completely gone. The torn painting clearly struck a nerve. He tapped one knuckle against the arm of his chair, once, and the sound carried in the silence like a sentence passed. His lips tightened, his expression turning rigid with anger.
"This is outrageous," he muttered under his breath.
Carmela didn't hold back.