CHAPTER 167
KATYA POV
The silence that followed my internal realization was broken by a sound that made the hair on my arms stand up.
It wasn't the heavy, rhythmic thud of Romeo's boots or the soft whir of Nonna's wheelchair.
It was the sharp, clipped click of heels—a sound that echoed with an newfound, arrogant confidence.
The door swung open, hitting the stopper with a loud clack. Gina walked in. She looked different.
The cowering maid who had dropped the cane in terror was gone. Her posture was straight, her chin tilted high, and she was carrying the white and black uniform over her arm like it was a prize.
"You!" Nonna's voice cracked through the room, the Iron Matriarch trying to resurface through her grief.
"I dismissed you, Gina. Get the hell out of this room. Out of this wing!" Gina didn't flinch. She didn't even look at Nonna.
