“Babygirl, can you hear me? I’m so sorry that I put you through this,” Enzo apologized for the ninth time.
Genevieve could hear him sobbing. She wanted to console him and tell him it wasn’t his fault, but unfortunately, she couldn’t move or speak. She could only helplessly listen to his sobs.
“I was so careless with my arrangement. I didn’t realize how dangerous bringing you to the park would be,” he continued sobbing.”
Mr. and Mrs. Fabio came in. Mrs. Fabio looked concerned, but her husband’s expression remained blank.
“Enzo, it’s 1:40 a.m. How about you get some sleep?” Mrs. Fabio asked suggestively. “The doctor said Genevieve is fine…”
“Leave, please,” Enzo interrupted her.“]
“Son, we-”
“I SAID LEAVE!” he screamed. “I don’t want to see you and your husband here.”
Mrs. Fabio’s eyes watered, but she tried her hardest to hold back her tears. Just when they were about to leave, the door burst open and Mrs. Prudent, Genevieve’s mother, rushed into the ward.
She froze, and her panic grew as her eyes landed on her daughter.
“Oh no! My baby!” she wailed as she rushed to her.
She fell on her knees beside Genevieve, reaching for her hand and bringing it up to her cheek. Tears flowed heavily down her face.” “Who did this to you? Who did this to my baby?” she cried.
Genevieve wanted to open her eyes and tell them she was fine, but no matter how hard she tried, she just couldn’t.
“I promised your father that I would take good care of you. What am I supposed to tell him now? I have failed him,” she cried more.
While she was crying, she caught sight of Mr. Fabio, and she sprang up at once.“]
“You!” She lunged at Mr. Fabio and started hitting him. “You did this to my daughter! You did this to my daughter!“}
Mrs. Fabio quickly intervened, gently separating Mrs. Prudent from her husband.
“Calm down, ma’am,” she said.
Mrs. Prudent shook her head. “What exactly do you want from us? You killed my husband–isn’t that enough for you? Why must you come after my daughter too?!“}]
“I am not behind this. Don’t blame someone else’s crime on me!”
Mr. Fabio looked at Enzo, who was just staring at Genevieve’s face, not minding the chaos going on.
“Are you just going to sit there and watch your so–called mother–in–law accuse me unjustly?” Mr. Fabio asked.
Enzo gave him a sharp look. “You’ve been talking about a decade–long enmity between our families. Can you tell us what it’s all about?“>
“Yes, honey, Enzo is right. Just tell them everything so that they will stop misunderstanding you and blaming everything on you,” said Mrs. Fabio.
There was a moment of silence as Mr. Fabio contemplated whether he should speak or not.
“Go on, honey, speak,” Mrs. Fabio encouraged him.
Even in her coma state, Genevieve desperately wanted him to speak.
Mr. Fabio cleared his throat.”
“Her father and I were friends,” he began. “We used to tell each other everything until my father died and I had to inherit his Mafia boss position. He suddenly stopped talking to me and became more competitive with me. He’d always try to surpass me, but I didn’t think much of it.”
He paused briefly and glanced at his wife, who gave him an encouraging nod.
“I got married. Her father also got married, but he didn’t inform me until I found out myself. When I confronted him, he gave some silly excuses, and I forgave him. I have two kids, and he has a kid too–but he told me that she’s dead. Then my daughter’s birthday came. He wanted to hit me where it hurts most so that I would go rogue and he’d use that as an opportunity to take over my position, so he…” He stopped talking for a moment, taking deep breaths, clenching and unclenching his fists.
“He killed my daughter on her birthday. I was still friends with him because I didn’t know he was the one behind my daughter’s death, and when I finally knew it was him, I felt so betrayed and was enraged. I killed him,” he finished his story.
Mrs. Prudent shook her head in disagreement.
*Genevieve was entrusted to us when she was just a baby. Her father said someone powerful was after him,” she said.
“He lied,” Mr. Fabio replied. “Nobody was after him. He knew what he was up to and the consequences that would come along, so he hid
his heiress before coming after my family. I didn’t know he had a child until recently. But she’s innocent, and I didn’t want to come after her–that’s why I’m against you being with my son.“”
“Then what about my husband? Why did you kill him? Wasn’t he innocent too?”
Mr Fabio shook his head. “I didn’t kill your husband. He was killed by a loan shark organization.”
Mrs. Prudent had nothing else to say, because she believed her husband might truly have been killed by a loan shark organization–after all, their properties were seized by some debt collectors after his death.
Husband From Ten Years And
10:09 AM
“Are you okay, Enzo?” Mrs. Fabio asked her son, who was just staring blankly, as if his soul had left his body.
He didn’t respond. He simply got up and stormed out of the ward. A lone tear flowed down Genevieve’s face as she heard Enzo storming
out.
