The Ricci estate had changed because laughter had finally returned to a place that had known only silence for years.
For the first time...
Marco Ricci found himself smiling whenever he walked through the halls.
His granddaughter was happy again.
And somehow...The young Mafia King from Velmora had become an unexpected guest in his home.
"Doctor's orders."
"No travelling."
"No work."
"Complete rest."
Those words had become everyone's favorite excuse whenever Rafael tried to leave his room.
On the third day after waking up, he was already complaining.
"I'm perfectly fine."
The elderly doctor didn't even look at him.
"No."
"I am."
"No."
"I can work."
"No."
Rafael sighed.
Across the room...Aria quietly covered her smile with a cup of tea.
Seeing the mighty Rafael Romano being scolded by an old doctor was strangely satisfying.
The doctor pointed toward Aria.
"And you."
She looked up innocently.
"Yes, Doctor?"
"If he tries to leave this bed..."
"Stop him."
