Mafia's Only Daughter ✔

61. A Homecoming in Silence

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THIRD PERSON POV:

Isabella woke up on time and prepared for her flight. Since her family didn't know about her arrival, she chose a commercial flight instead of a private jet. Soon, she reached the airport with Sam and her guards, all dressed casually to avoid drawing attention. They carried her small luggage along with their own.

After clearing the security checks, they boarded the flight and settled into their seats. Ten minutes later, the announcement for takeoff echoed through the cabin. Passengers, including Isabella, fastened their seatbelts and relaxed. The only ones who remained alert were Sam and the guards, their sharp gazes scanning the surroundings.

Once the flight was airborne and the seatbelt sign turned off, everyone loosened up. The guards began working on their respective laptops or phones while Isabella opened a book from her syllabus. Her current responsibilities in the family business made the concepts easier to understand, giving her a practical edge.

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15 HOURS LATER

The plane touched down in Milan, Italy. Since Isabella's arrival was unannounced, they hadn't arranged for a car. Taking a cab was the only option. Sam sat beside Isabella in the first cab, along with one guard, while five additional cabs followed closely behind, carrying the rest of the security team.

An hour later, they arrived in front of the Romano Mansion. The guards at the gate instinctively raised their weapons at the sight of unknown vehicles, but Sam's presence made them lower their guns. The group entered the mansion quietly.

The house was still and silent. At 5:30 PM, most of the family was likely at work. Isabella headed upstairs, her steps light and purposeful. Before entering her own room, she turned toward Inzandro's.

Inside, the nurse greeted Isabella with a smile. She understood the bond Isabella shared with Inzandro and often updated her about his condition.

"Inzoo, when will you wake up from this sleep of yours?" Isabella whispered softly, settling into a chair beside his bed.

She stared at her brother, whose face looked so peaceful in his unconscious state.

"I know you love sleeping, but that doesn't mean you can sleep this much," She said, her voice cracking. "I promise, Inzoo, I'll be a better sister-I'll never do anything to make you angry again. But please, wake up. If not for me, then at least for Sandro. Our Andro needs you too."

Tears began to fall, her sobs filling the quiet room.

"Please, Inzoo, I beg you. Open your eyes. If you want me to go away, I will-I'll disappear, and you'll never have to see me again. Just wake up. I haven't heard your voice in months. Everyone misses you so much..."