She knows about our facade

Roman's POV

"Nana, Sofie is here to see you." I announced as I walked into Nana's hospital room with Sofie.

I willed the despondence that threatened to hitch my throat as Nana tried but unfortunately failed to sit up by herself away, and went over to help her up after propping two pillows behind her back, to make her comfortable.

"Thank you, mio figlio." She smiled weakly as she rubbed my cheeks.

I sighed heavily as I watched her frail hands beckon Sofie over for a hug; She had really emaciated a lot.

I badly wanted to get mad at her for conspiring with her butler, and servants to withhold the fact that she'd been collapsing frequently from me.

She had claimed she didn't want to make me worry over something intangible.

She looked so thin and weak, and her extremely sickly appearance worried me so much but at least, she could still breathe on her own, to my utter relief which made me hopeful that she'd be fine again.

"Oh, my darling Sofie, how have you been? I hate that we're meeting