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"The Vitalin market is profitable but won't ensure our dominance. Power comes from having control over multiple fronts.Non possiamo permetterci di limitarci (We cannot afford to limit ourselves)."
Anger surged within me, a potent mix of indignation and grief. "You're tarnishing everything my father worked for.”
Francisco's lips curled into a contemptuous smile as if my words were nothing more than a fleeting nuisance. "Ah, the righteous defender of virtue. How touching."
I could feel my blood boil at his dismissive tone, the condescension that dripped from his words.
How dare he belittle my father's convictions and dedication to a better way? My fists clenched at my sides, my restraint wearing thin.
"You dare to call him weak?" I shot back, my voice edged with incredulity. "You, who are willing to sacrifice our family's integrity for the sake of your ambitions?Pensi di stare meglio (You think you are better off)? "
His eyes gleamed with a calculated fire, a reflection of his determination to bulldoze over any opposition.
"Ambitions that will secure our dominance, Matteo. That's something your father couldn't comprehend."
My anger burned like wildfire, insulting my father's memory and fueling the flames. "Dominance at the cost of our humanity? Is that the legacy you want to build?"
Francisco's gaze hardened, his expression morphing into thinly veiled contempt. "Humanity is a luxury we can't afford, not in this world."
The words hung in the air like a bitter taste, a reminder of our stark contrast.
My father had instilled in me the belief that power could be wielded responsibly and that we had a duty to use our influence for good.
On the other hand, Francisco seemed to see power as a means to an end, regardless of the casualties left in its wake.
"You're blinded by your arrogance," I retorted, my voice laced with a cutting edge. "You think power is the only currency that matters, but mark my words, Francisco. Your recklessness will come back to haunt us."
His laughter was a sharp, mocking sound that grated against my nerves. "Ah, the idealist who clings to his father's ideals. I've survived in this world by shedding naive notions. Perhaps it's time you did the same."
The room seemed to close in around us, the tension palpable as our clash of wills escalated.
The insults he hurled, the disrespect he showed for everything I held dear, ignited a fury within me that was impossible to contain.
"You're a disgrace to this family," I declared, my voice cold and unwavering. "You've perverted our values, corrupted our purpose. You're no leader.Sei un tiranno (You are a tyrant)."
The words seemed to hang in the air, a barrier between us that crackled with the intensity of our mutual disdain.
Francisco's eyes bore into mine, a mix of fury and triumph that sent a shiver down my spine.
He leaned forward, his voice dripping with venom. "Let's not forget, Matteo, that I am the Don of the De Luca family. My decisions hold the weight of authority, and your opinions are nothing more than futile protests."
The remainder of his position, his control over the family, was like a slap in the face. Anger surged within me, a fierce torrent that threatened to engulf my restraint.
"And perhaps," Francisco continued, taunting, "if you had been more cooperative and provided the necessary funds when I asked, we wouldn't be having this discussion.Gli orfanotrofi avrebbero ancora le lorodonazioni (The orphanages would still have their donations)."
His words were like salt in the wound, a bitter reminder of the power dynamics.
My restraint crumbled, my anger boiling over in a surge of frustration.
"You cut off the funding out of spite," I snapped, my voice sharp with accusation. "You've twisted my father's legacy into something unrecognizable."
"You're leading us down a dangerous path," I insisted, my voice low and firm.
Francisco's eyes gleamed with a chilling resolve. "Our family stands for power, Matteo. And sometimes, power requires making hard choices."
As Francisco turned to leave the foyer, his final words sliced through the tense silence, a bitter taste filling my mouth.
"If you're done here, Matteo, I suggest you leave and, next time, have the courtesy to inform me of your arrival."
