CHAPTER 50

Agatha POV:

The air was thick with the scent of freshly cut grass and the chirping of birds, a serene backdrop to the storm raging inside me.

I stood on the grand steps of the De Rossi mansion, staring at the wrought-iron gates, my heart a lead weight in my chest.

The doctor’s words echoed in my mind, a relentless, chilling mantra:

“Critical condition.” Dad, my rock, my anchor, was lying in a hospital bed, fighting for his life. A massive heart attack, they’d said.

My world felt like it was crumbling around me.

First Nathan, then Camille, and now this. It was too much, a relentless assault on everything I held dear.

The loneliness was crushing, a suffocating wave that threatened to drown me.

Bianca, my surrogate mother, my confidante, had left weeks ago, seeking solace away from the storm that seemed to follow me wherever I went.

“I need to go home, Agatha,” she’d said, her eyes filled with longing for a simpler life, away from the burdens of my family’s wealth and drama. “My fami