Amadeo Di-grassi rode to the second floor of his manor. His collar was undone, tie unknotted, which was rare for him. He stormed his way to one of the rooms.
Savanna was seated on the ottoman by the table, brushing through her hair. She paused when she caught sight of him in the mirror, then turned with a bright smile.
"Honey–"
"How dare you?" Amadeo cut her off.
She was taken aback. "What…? Honey, what are you–"
"Rosa, what did you do to her?" he questioned. "Who called the hospital in my name and cut off her entire treatment?"
Savannah set the brush down and slowly rose to her feet. She approached him as seductively as she could, grabbing his arms with a soft smile on her face. "Is that why you're this angry?"
Amadeo smacked off her touch. "I asked you a question. Did you or did you not make that call?"
Her smile vanished. "So what if I did? Why are you acting like–"
