“You are too modest, Dante. Just like your father.”

“I doubt anyone but you would actually call me that, uncle.”

Matteo Virelli chuckled.

Dante saw how the elderly man’s nurse inched forward even before the man's chuckling sound turned into a wheezing sound that made Dante wince inwardly.

Matteo waved his nurse away even as he tried to get his breathing back under control.

Dante waited silently for the old man to continue the conversation.

Matteo leaned his head against the high-backed chair for a moment before he finally said; “I think I would die from her coddling long before this damn fibrosis made up his mind about finishing me...