Outside Aldo's room, Sarah's heart felt like a heavy stone, burdened by guilt and regret. Her tears fell freely, each drop a testament to the pain that had consumed her. Time seemed to stretch endlessly as she waited, her thoughts consumed by the man who lay behind that closed door.Finally, the door to Aldo's room creaked open, and Sarah's heart leaped. The doctor emerged, his face a mix of concern and professionalism. He approached Sarah, his voice gentle yet measured."Miss, I must inform you that Mr. Accardi's condition is still critical," he said, his eyes filled with empathy. "He is currently unconscious, but we are doing everything we can to stabilize him."Sarah's tears continued to flow, her heart aching for the man she loved. "Please, doctor, do whatever you can. He has to get better."The doctor nodded, his expression compassionate. "We're doing our best. He's in good hands. But, due to the circumstances, we need someone to watch over him for the next few hours until the se

As the room settled into a gentle calmness following Aldo's feigned awakening, his mind was focused on the tasks at hand. The doctor's departure had left them with a glimmer of hope and a reminder to stick to light and easily digestible food during his recovery. With Sarah in the kitchen preparing a bowl of warm porridge, Aldo turned his attention to Marco, his voice steady and determined. “Has it been sorted?” “Yes boss. I moved her passport, cards and devices to the safe while the doctor was examining her. Only the cameras could have caught me. I put the things in a bag when carrying them around, so no one will know.” "Good job, Marco. There's a crucial matter I need you to handle." Marco, always ready to carry out his boss's wishes, nodded attentively. "Of course, boss. What do you need?" Aldo's gaze held a mix of resolve and concern. "I need you to conduct a discreet investigation into the shooting.” “Actually, boss, we have caught the person who shot at you.” “That’s just a

The next morning, the sun's gentle rays filtered through the windows of Aldo's office, casting a warm glow over the room. The morning sun gently filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across Aldo's room as he slowly stirred from his slumber. Beside him, Sarah was already awake, her caring eyes fixed on him. As he sat up, Sarah helped him change his shirt, her touch gentle and reassuring."Feeling better today?" she asked, her voice carrying a note of concern.Aldo offered a grateful smile, his gratitude evident in his gaze. "Much better, thanks to you." At the office, Marco entered the space, his heart fluttering as he prepared to work alongside Lana, Aldo's efficient and composed secretary. Now, Marco has had a little crush on Lana since she started working for Aldo.It started out as a simple attraction. Lana is a beautiful young lady brimming with energy and charm. As he observed her work he found her to be more likeable. Aldo was easily irritated by inefficient people

Dr. Rossi, a seasoned physician with a knowing glint in his eyes, entered Aldo's room. The air seemed to hold a subtle reverence, a shared understanding between the doctor and the formidable man lying on the bed."Well, Mr. Accardi," Dr. Rossi began with a warm smile, "Let's see how the patient is doing today."Aldo returned the smile, his eyes dancing with an unspoken camaraderie. "Doc, you know how it is. A man gets shot, it's all part of the job, right?" “This has nothing to do with the job Aldo, you got hurt because of a woman. You look exactly like your mother, but your character in its entirety is from your father.” “Is it?” Aldo cocked a brow in amusement.” “Certainly,” the doctor snapped one of the gloves in his hand. “He, too, was rather diligent when it came to work. He was almost impenetrable, that is, until the issue involved his wife. Then even the smallest tasks result in injury. The first time I saw him with a bullet in his chest was the day he brought your mother

Aldo and Sarah sat at the dinner table together. It had been almost a week since the café incident. Sarah had spent the past few days looking after him diligently. Aldo had gradually switched to heavier foods as per the doctor’s recommendation. The report from Doctor Rossi had stated that he was at high risk of infection and that the recovery was slow due to emotional and mental strain. Although he could walk just fine by now, he made Sarah support him every time he stood up. Sarah couldn’t shake the feeling that it was all her fault off. No matter how many times he reassured her that there was nothing she could have done, she could not help feeling that his slow recovery was as a result of the stress she put him through. Her recurrent escapes, the starving, the fights, she had instigated all of these and caused him to lose sleep. That must have been the reason why his system was so weak. At least that was what she thought. In response to the guilt she felt, she doubled dow