Giorno looked up at the sky. His experience was still very short, but with the sense of morality from the depths of his soul, he knew that fate was merely a sleeping slave. If changing fate was also part of fate, then fate should be left to sleep.
Fate is merely a sleeping slave.
After Trish heard these words, she was silent for a moment before asking, "Is that Johnson Joffrey your older brother?"
Because Giorno's words had more or less earned her admiration, she began to be a little more polite.
Hearing this, Giorno didn't answer but instead said to Narancia, "Get tied up and go outside the car to stretch a bit."
"Ah, I get it."
"If you feel uncomfortable, come back and find me."
Before Giorno finished speaking, Narancia quickly jumped out of the car. Giorno Giovanna watched his retreating figure but said to Trish, "Yes."
"Did you two make some kind of agreement?" Trish continued to ask, "What did you say to him? You didn't even fight. You deceived Bucciarati."
"..."
"Are you working with the Assassination Team?"
Trish asked again, but Giorno didn't answer. Then she said, "If you don't give me a reasonable..."
"There's no such thing as 'working with' in this world; it's all driven by self-interest."
"If following the Assassination Team benefits me, then I am with them. But right now, Bucciarati benefits me more and aligns with my personal principles."
Giorno finally looked at Trish, his teal eyes reflecting her image.
His words always left Trish speechless. Finally, Trish quietly said, "That man said that the Boss would kill my mother."
A hint of surprise flashed in Giorno's eyes, then he said indifferently, "Oh, how sad." His tone was as obnoxious as someone who apologizes after stealing Koichi's luggage, claiming he's already spent it all.
Trish suppressed her anger and couldn't help but wonder if these two brothers enjoyed toying with her.
"I mean, if you have a connection with that man, can you still contact him?"
"You're looking for Johnson Joffrey?" Giorno looked at her with some surprise.
"Yes, even though he's annoying, his words didn't sound like he was lying to me. I'm worried my mother is already in danger."
"Hmm, yes, the possibility of death is indeed very high."
"Hey!!"
Giorno looked indifferent, as if it had nothing to do with him; even his sadness seemed perfunctory.
"Why did you contact him?"
"Anyway…" Trish began with some difficulty, "I want to ask him not to let my mother die. He seems pretty strong."
Giorno chuckled, seemingly mocking her naivete, "You want to ask an enemy for help?"
Trish was about to answer when Giorno interrupted, "He won't let your mother die, because he told me to make sure you survive."
Hearing Giorno's words, Trish couldn't help but pout, wanting to cry. She was still just a teenage girl, and tears blurred her vision, making it a little hard to see Giorno, but she forced them back.
It was truly regrettable that, in this situation, the person who told her not to die and to protect her mother was the very guy she had disliked the most at first.
Giorno glanced at her, "You don't need to be too touched, because all of this is driven by self-interest."
When Trish heard this, she really wanted to spit at him. Even his brother cared about her, and he had this kind of attitude?
"Dong—"
"Dong—"
The distant clock tower chimed ten times. It was now ten in the morning.
"Giorno." Bucciarati tapped on the car window, and Giorno quickly rolled it down.
"Boss's orders: send one person to the clock tower. Only one person."
"Okay, please let me go."
Bucciarati looked at Giorno, remained silent for a moment, and then said, "Boss means for me to go."
Surprise flashed in Giorno's eyes. After Trish heard this, she knew her fate was coming. She sat in the front passenger seat, looking at Bucciarati and Giorno.
"Where are you taking me?"
"Taking you to see your father," Bucciarati said indifferently. "So, get out of the car now."
Trish gripped the back of the car seat and then said, "What about my mother?"
"I believe you will see her very soon. Get out of the car."
"No, no, I must see my mother anyway." Trish shook her head repeatedly, cold sweat breaking out, her trembling hands tightly gripping the leather seat.
"Let me see my mother, quickly! Otherwise, I won't leave the car!"
Trish's voice was urgent, clearly indicating she was very nervous and scared, enveloped by a huge sense of unease.
"Trish…"
"What am I supposed to do? Kidnapped by you gangsters! Where will I end up?"
"Perhaps later, you will get plastic surgery, change your identity, and live an ordinary and happy life with your mother in a distant country," Bucciarati said slowly. "You must believe that your father is the person who can make all of this happen."
"Will he kill me?"
"You have to trust your father, he might..."
"Enough! Why should I trust someone I've never met? Just because he's my father, he can casually disrupt my life?"
"I don't care. I will absolutely not leave this car until I see my mother again."
Bucciarati frowned, somewhat at a loss. Clearly, forcing the girl would be tricky, and her demands were also very reasonable.
"Giorno!" Trish cried out, her voice choked with sobs, "I don't care, you promised that guy you wouldn't let me die."
If gentle persuasion didn't work, he could try force, but Bucciarati was clearly not good at that. Fugo and Abbacchio might be better at it.
"Bucciarati, I have an idea."
"What?"
"I'll go up to the top of the bell tower with you."
"?" Both Bucciarati and Trish looked at Giorno in surprise.
"But the Boss only asked for me to go alone."
"Use your zipper to put me on your body. If anything unexpected happens, I can help."
Bucciarati looked at Giorno, his eyes wide. He glanced at Fugo and the others, who were still chatting casually by the water, seemingly oblivious to the unusual situation here, then he looked at Trish.
He knew Giorno's true intention, which was to overthrow the Boss, but it was too dangerous. And Trish was, after all, the Boss's daughter. Saying it out loud like this really wasn't a good idea.
But Bucciarati and Giorno were close friends despite their age difference, understanding each other so well that they could even read each other's eyes.
"Do you know what you're saying, Giorno? This is too dangerous."
"I have a reason to protect Trish," Giorno said firmly. "I believe that by doing this, she might be willing to get out of the car."
"If you don't agree to it, I won't allow Trish to step out of this car either."