Back at the Saviano mansion, Isabella had spent a sleepless night, her mind consumed with worry and fear. The image of Enrico’s cold, furious face haunted her, and the uncertainty of her father’s fate tormented her. She sat on the floor next to the window, her knees drawn to her chest, sobbing softly as the night slowly gave way to dawn.
The early morning light streamed through the window, casting a soft glow across the room. Isabella’s eyes were red and puffy from crying, her body trembling with exhaustion and fear. She felt utterly alone and helpless, trapped in a nightmare with no end in sight.
A soft knock on the door broke the silence. Isabella’s heart leaped in her chest, and she quickly wiped her tears away. The door opened, and Alma stepped in, carrying a tray of food.
"Mrs. Sav
