"You must have forgotten how painful they were," Amadeo continued.
Nikolas's brows furrowed as he immediately turned to Viviana. 'What scars?' What the hell was this old man talking about?
He studied her, but Viviana refused to meet his gaze. She was hiding something from him.
A deafening silence gripped the room.
But suddenly
"Why did you transfer your mother to Clinica B without my permission?" Amadeo asked.
Nikolas cocked a brow at the name of his hospital. He'd been the one who suggested it, and luckily, Viviana had given her consent.
"Your permission?" The tiniest twitch emerged on Viviana's jaw, but she smoothed it away almost immediately. "She's my mother. Why would I need your permission, Pa?"
Amadeo's grip tightened around the knife in his hand. "Viviana." His eyes cut to her with a warning glare. "Rosalia is my wife. My wife. And you had no right to do that without my permission."
