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Carlo remained speechless, his expression a mixture of astonishment and disbelief. However, I didn’t care, I walked away with a sense of lightness that I hadn’t experienced in a long time.
It was over.
Chapter 43
Griselda
Isatonthecouch, my gaze fixed on the window, my thoughts consumed by worry for Emilio's safety. I couldn't fathom what I would do if something were to happen to him.
My mother quietly joined me on the adjacent couch, and though her presence brought me some comfort, I remained silent, lost in my apprehensions.
"You do like him, don't you?" my mother tentatively ventured.
I couldn't help but snort at her observation.
"Against all odds," I replied with a mixture of amusement and exasperation.
A heavy sigh escaped my mother's lips as she leaned closer.
"I don't want you to have the same kind of life I did, Griselda," she admitted.
I reassured her, my voice firm with conviction. "He's not like them, Mom. He's not interested in the mafia. He'll find a way out."
Shifting closer to me, she attempted to meet my gaze.
"Am I going to become a grandmother?" she asked, a touch of disbelief coloring her words.
I couldn't contain my laughter at the reality of the situation.
"Yes," I confirmed, and before I knew it, she took me into her warm, comforting embrace.
"As long as you're sure about the kind of man he is," my mother murmured, her concern palpable.
I reciprocated her embrace, holding her close.
"I am, Mom," I reassured her.
A thoughtful hum resonated in my chest as she pulled back slightly.
"I'll still have reservations until he leaves the mafia," she admitted, a hint of worry lingering in her expression.
I chuckled softly at her protective nature.
"I know you're worried for me," I acknowledged, understanding her fears all too well.
Her sigh was filled with a mix of emotions.
"I can't believe my only baby will be having a baby," she remarked with a laugh.
I couldn't help but giggle at the sentiment. The conversation then shifted as my mother inquired about my work and the status of my suspension.
"I quit," I replied, the decision still fresh in my mind.
She pulled back slightly, her gaze locking with mine.
"I'm proud of you," she declared, her smile wide and genuine.
As my mother's words filled the room with a warm sense of pride, the familiar sound of a car engine interrupted our moment. We both turned to the window and spotted the sleek black Mercedes-Benz pulling into the driveway.
