Alma hesitated for a moment, unsure how to respond. She had always been careful with her words, especially in a household as volatile as Enrico's. She didn't want to overstep her boundaries, but she could see the genuine curiosity and concern in Isabella's eyes. This wasn't just a casual question, Isabella needed to know for her own safety.
Isabella noticed Alma's hesitation and decided to be more candid. "Alma, I can see that you've been nice to me since I arrived here and that shows that you're genuinely concerned about my well-being," she said softly. "I'm not asking this as your madam, or Mrs. Saviano but as someone who needs your help. Please, I need to understand what's going on so I can help my father."
Alma's expression softened, and she sighed, setting the plates aside. "Alright
