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GRASSI' VILLA

"Ma-Matilda" Mrs Grassi called.

A perplexed frown was on her face as she stared at Matilda and wondered why she'd suddenly show up at her doorstep, but Matilda in turn wore a sadistic smile.

"Aunt, you don't look happy seeing me, don't you miss me?" she asked.

"What are you doing here?" Mrs Grassi asked instead of replying Matilda's question.

Her head tilted instinctively and looked behind Matilda, as if she's searching for something or someone.

"Where's Isabella?" she asked.

Matilda shrugged and scoffed, she stepped forward, bumped Mrs Grassi' shoulder and pushed her out of her way and strode into the living room as if...