Isabella’s breath caught in her throat at the sight of him. He looked so different, so much more fragile than the strong, confident man she remembered. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she blinked them away, determined to stay strong for his sake and not show any sign of weakness.
"Papa," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.
Angelo’s eyes struggled to focus, but when he finally saw Isabella standing there, his expression softened. "Isabella," he croaked, his voice weak but filled with relief. "You... you came."
Isabella quickly stepped closer to the bars, reaching out as if she could touch him through the cold iron. "Papa, I’m so sorry," she said, her voice breaking. "I’m so sorry this happened to you."
Angelo shook his head slowly, his gaze filled with sorrow. "No, my chil
