Walking towards the clinic was Matteo, still struggling with his arms, which were heavily bandaged till now. He was mad at everyone—at his stepbrother Adrian, at Daniel, that son of a bitch who had thrown his mother down the stairs.
All these people were the reason for his severe sleepless nights, and to crown it all, his mother couldn't get the treatment she desperately needed. Adrian had frozen the family account and laid down a serious warning about anyone interfering in Rosalie's health.
Her fate had already been condemned before it even began, and Matteo wasn't foolish—he realized Adrian wanted Rosalie dead.
Reaching the ward where Rosalie was kept, he saw Ricardo on phone calls, pacing up and down continuously, his face pale and drenched in sweat—so much sweat it could fill up a bucket.
Matteo's attention was on his mother, but that ended when he heard his father's words at the entrance of the door.
