Chapter 89

Slowly, I turned to face Guila, her expression alone enough to break me even further. "He went out looking for Nello," I shared the information she was seeking, a simple response that carried a weight of its own.

Guila nodded in response, her demeanor surprisingly calm as if she was processing a multitude of thoughts. "I told that wretched man that he would pay with his life, but he dismissed it as a joke. Antonio won't rest until he has the bastard and his accomplices brought to justice," Guila declared, her voice resonating with a confidence that left no room for doubt.

As I looked at Guila, I couldn't help but marvel at the unwavering trust and courage she placed in her brother. The sheer conviction in her tone and the steadfast belief she had in Antonio's determination were both impressive and touching. It was a testament to the depth of their bond, a bond strong enough to weather the storms of uncertainty and fear.

In that moment, I found myself filled with a mixture of emotions—a