VICTORIA’S POV
Upon reaching the hospital, my level of anxiety began to increase. To be honest, if it weren’t for Alessandro’s continuous support, I don’t think I could have managed to control my emotions for as long as I did. In just seven days, he made me forget the past three years of ignorance. I know, some would say, I am being weak by moving on so quickly.
But, for me, no, I don’t. During the time that I have spent with this man, I can attest that every one of his actions was sincere and imbued with love.
I guess if this goes on, I will withdraw from the probation period soon. However, not now, for it’s time to see Papa.
Some nurses greeted us as we entered the hospital’s reception, and a nurse led us to the hospital’s third floor, which is the VIP floor of the hospital. Upon turning the doorknob, a heart-wrenching sight greeted me: Papa was sprawled on the bed, with a network of wires snaking across his chest. The resounding hum of machinery filled the room, providing a rhythmic background as Mama sat by Papa’s side, clutching his hand in a tender embrace while Antonio was talking to his phone before the window.
Just one glance at Papa and I felt my world spin as I trembled. Aless’s hands wrapped around me tightly as I leaned against his chest; I couldn’t remove my eyes from Papa.
“Hey, it’s alright. Everything will be fine,” he whispered in my ear soothingly, and that made me tearier.
I took in a long, invigorating gulp of air and regained my composure, standing tall and proud once more. As the resilient daughter of my beloved father, I simply cannot allow myself to appear so weak and vulnerable in his presence. I wiped my tears away and stepped inside with Aless beside me.
“Papa...” I called for him as all three turned their gazes toward me. Mama stood up only to gasp, watching the man beside him.
Her eyes widened as she frowned. “What is he doing here?” Her tone is broken, and a dark circle has found its home under her eyes. She looked so torn.
“Why are you here?” Antonio’s cold tone came, making the situation tenser.
I don’t know what to say or how to say it. I only stared at Papa, who was staring at me with the same question.
“Umm... Guys, I... I get back to him. I decided to give him another chance,” I said.
“What!?” Mama gasped again as Antonio took a step forward.
“What are you saying, Victoria? Did you forget what he has done to you? Let me put this into perspective for you: I vividly recall rescuing you from a state of complete unconsciousness in front of their house. And now you have the audacity to suggest that you want to give him another chance?! Don’t you see Papa’s condition? How could you do this in this situation, Victoria?”
I gulped and only watched Papa. “Papa, I...” But, he turned his head to the other side, disappointed in me, breaking me apart.
How would I make them understand? Did I hurt them again? Am I, not a good daughter? Should I not bring him here?
All these questions kept roaming around my head, and I felt weak on my knees.
“Nothing is her fault.” I heard Alessandro’s tone as all the eyes turned to him.
“Who allowed you to talk? Don’t even dare,” Antonio turned murderous, and he would have bitten him by now if Papa’s condition wasn’t like this, that’s for sure.
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