Seraphina seemed to suddenly remember something.
She looked up.
Her voice was so low it was almost inaudible.
“There’s one more thing…”
Dante looked at her.
“Speak.”
She paused.
Then she spoke softly.
“That person…was pregnant.”
The air.
froze instantly.
The lighter stopped.
The flame went out.
Dante's fingers stiffened for a moment.
His pupils contracted sharply.
“The location.”
His voice was terrifyingly low.
Seraphina, as if startled, whispered.
“Outside Barone…the old road.”
At that moment.
Something exploded in Dante's mind.
That road.
Last night.
The rain.
The woman he abandoned.
Eight months pregnant.
All the clues overlapped in an instant.
He froze completely.
Like being shot.
I stood before him.
For the first time, I saw him lose control.
Just then—
The office door was flung open.
Cristiano Falcone burst in.
His face was grim.
His aura was sharp.
“Dante.”
“Where is Adriana?”
“She hasn’t replied to my messages all day.”
