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Chapter 20

Domenico's POV

When I came back from the Scott's, I found mom, dad and uncle Marco sitting with Olivia in the room "did you find out who did it?" Marco asked, in anticipation.

"The stepsister" I answered, as I walked to Olivia's side and stroke her cheek "I just came from their house" I informed, as everyone's heads snapped in my direction, but I ignored their stares.

Olivia looked so peaceful in her state. The doctors told me that her condition was unchanged, which I'm not happy about.

"Why did you go there, son? What did you do?" dad questioned, while Mom gave me an ugly side eye, and uncle Marco gave Dad a look.

"I met her father, Victor Scott, a few weeks ago when he came to my office, desperate for a loan. His business was on the brink, and he needed financial support to complete a project. Normally, I conduct thorough background checks before meeting with anyone seeking investments or funding, but at the time, the name 'Scott' didn't raise any flags.

After our meeting, I reviewed his personal file and uncovered large, concealed transfers—money funneled into private accounts. That's when I dug deeper into his personal details and saw Olivia's name. Everything she had told me about her past suddenly aligned. The pieces fell into place and everything made sense."

"What made sense?" mom asked.

I gave mom a rundown of what I told dad and uncle Marco in Canada. She was shocked to say the least.

"At least she has us now," Mom said with quiet conviction, gently rubbing Olivia's arm. "And we'll never turn our backs on her."
Uncle Marco and Dad nodded in agreement, their expressions firm with shared resolve.

"When she wakes up, we need to make it clear who her real family is now," Marco said firmly. "I've never had a daughter of my own, but she is mine in every way that matters. There's nothing I wouldn't do for her. And when you marry her—which I know will be soon—she'll already understand what it means to be truly loved and supported by family."

her eyes—she's always been deeply affected by anything painful. I've never quite understood how she and Dad have balanced each other all these years, but one thing has always been clear: family is everything to her.

They sat there for another hour before they decided to leave and head to a restaurant for supper. They promised to check in everyday and I knew they would.

I wanted nothing more than to lie beside her, to hold her in my arms like I used to—to remind her that no matter how hard things get, I'll always be here. The thought of what could've happened if we hadn't reached her in time is something I can't bear to dwell on. I just need her to wake up, to ease the storm in my chest. I want her to come through this untouched, even though the doctors warned there's a chance she may never wake—or that life may never be the same. Still, I hold onto hope. It's the only thing keeping me steady.

I chose to shift my attention to work, needing to recover the financial losses while staying close to Olivia. From this room, I continued managing operations, keeping everything moving as best I could. The doctors came in every few hours to monitor her condition, and I remained by her side, watching over her without fail.

I just want Olivia to wake up soon—I miss her, the real her, conscious and full of life. Watching her like this is unbearable. I'm not a religious man, but I find myself praying, asking God to bring her back to me exactly as she was the last time we spoke. I need her to be okay.

Two weeks later......

Two full weeks have passed in the infirmary, marked by a rollercoaster of small improvements and worrying setbacks. The doctors aren't optimistic, but I refuse to lose hope. I believe in her strength. Every day, I speak to Olivia as if she can hear me—because maybe she can. I hold her hand at night, reminding both of us that she's not alone, that I'm right here.