Chapter 63

"Who is it!?" I asked once again, my anxiety mounting with each passing moment.

"Shush," a voice broke the silence, and to my surprise, it was a familiar one. It was Dima, his voice both soothing and enigmatic. His hands gently rested on my thighs, causing my eyebrows to arch in a mixture of surprise and curiosity.

"Dima? What are you doing here?" I inquired, still filled with a lingering sense of fear, though it began to wane as I had a clearer view of his face, now seated close to me.

"Come to my room immediately. I have something important to tell you about Antonio, but we can't discuss it here. He's on his way back, and time is of the essence," he urged, swiftly rising from the bed, a sense of urgency emanating from his words.

Acting quickly, I reached out and managed to grasp his wrist, my heart racing. "What's happening? What are you talking about? Is something wrong with Antonio?" I asked in a state of frantic confusion, fearing the worst for Antonio's well-being.

"Olga, just