Evelyn barely understood what was happening. One moment, they were in the villa arguing. The next, everything was moving too fast. Voices, urgent footsteps, and Leo speaking rapidly. Roman was already giving orders. Within an hour, arrangements were made.

The private jet was prepared, they left with their luggage abandoned. “The old master is in critical condition.” The words kept echoing in her mind.

Roman didn’t hesitate. Not even for a second. For the first time since she’d known him, he looked… shaken. Not visibly frantic. But the calmness he always wore around him, cracked. He moved hurriedly, his jaw clenched, and his breathing slightly uneven.

It was subtle. But...