A while after Victoria left the room, the loyal Jordano arrived at Salvatore’s bedside and, seeing him finally awake, smiled—a rare gesture for him.

"Sir, I’m glad to see you awake. "

Salvatore returned the smile, barely curving his lips.

"You know how it is, Jordano, ‘bad grass never dies.’ How is Marcell? "

"Fortunately, he’s out of danger, but he’s very worried about you. He feels guilty about what happened. "

Salvatore coughed a little and groaned.

"Idiot!" he spat sarcastically. "I’ll have time later to deal with him."

At that exact moment, a doctor entered the room. He was a physician who had known Salvatore for years and...