Chapter 7
After the examination, the doctor rose respectfully.
He looked at Dante and reported in a formal tone:
+25 BONUS
“Don, the Donna’s injuries are superficial. There’s no serious damage.”
“But the young master was frightened. He will need comforting.”
The words “young master” struck them like a physical blow.
They finally understood. This child was Dante Moretti’s heir, and I was this heir’s biological mother.
Joey’s legs gave out, and he collapsed to the floor. Vivian, already on the ground, stared into space, her eyes vacant with despair.
Hearing that “his woman” and “his son” had both been bullied, Dante’s expression finally changed.
He slowly turned, his gaze sweeping over every single person present.
“Since the doctor has said that my wife and my son have been harmed.”
“Then,” he said, his voice dropping to a lethal whisper, “it’s time to settle the score.”
As Dante spoke, the air in the hall froze solid.
He scanned the room, his gaze as sharp as a knife.
“I’ll give everyone a chance.”
His tone was level, but it tolerated no defiance.
“Everyone who saw what just happened, step forward now and identify who hurt my wife and my son.”
“Tell the truth, and you can live.”
“Silence is complicity. And I punish accomplices the same as the guilty.
This was a death sentence from the ruler of New York’s underworld.
Everyone in the room had come to this dinner to curry favor with Dante.
Some were stirring, ready to talk. After all, no one would cross the Don for a nobody like Joey.
Suddenly, with a thud.
