Every Mafia's Favorite Girl novel Chapter 159

Chapter 159: "A Formal Apology"

Gian turned fully toward Jordan, surprise crossing his face, followed by quiet approval.

Eduardo’s expression changed as well.

Before he could respond, Jordan continued in the same firm tone.

"Earlier, you dismissed Ariana in front of everyone. You accused her of forcing Nazario to make that confession and of disrupting the competition."

His voice grew more resolute.

"But if it weren’t for everything she did, none of this would have come to light. I believe you owe her a formal apology in front of everyone here."

A fresh wave of murmurs swept through the warehouse. Several spectators nodded in agreement, while others exchanged thoughtful looks, apparently considering Jordan’s argument.

Among the Dons present, Gian was the first to respond.

"I’m afraid I agree with your son, Don Eduardo," he said calmly, though there was unmistakable firmness beneath his voice. "My daughter had her life endangered by your other son. I believe she deserves an apology just as much as Lady Natalia of House Porto."

Caio, standing beside him, wasted no time supporting the demand. He folded his arms across his chest and fixed Eduardo with an unwavering stare.

"I didn’t come here to watch my woman be dismissed as though she were of no importance, Don Eduardo. She is serving a contract for your House, and she has done more than enough to prove her worth today."

His expression hardened.

"An apology is the least you could offer."

Giovanni also considered the matter for a moment before finally nodding.

"Don Eduardo, my friend, I’m afraid I must agree with the two of them."

Being the subject of the debate, Aren was easily the most flustered person in the warehouse. Her gaze darted from one serious face to another as she tried to understand why everyone was making such a huge issue out of something that, to her, seemed so minor.

’Why does everyone have to make this so complicated?’

What made it worse was the sheer number of people now watching her. The attention made heat steadily creep into her cheeks.

Tentatively, she reached over and lightly tugged at Jordan’s arm, intending to tell him that there was really no need to make such a fuss over the matter. But before she could say anything, Eduardo had already reached his decision.

"You are all correct," he said from above the ring.

The warehouse quieted.

Every eye turned toward him.

The hard crease between Eduardo’s brows gradually disappeared, replaced by an expression of quiet resignation. Without another word, he descended the stairs from the ring and walked toward Aren.

When he stopped before her, his posture was formal, and his voice carried the full weight of the Marchetti Don’s authority.

"I owe you a formal apology, Lady Ariana. You must forgive me for my earlier hostility and my shortsighted judgment. I wrongfully accused you and diminished the effort you made to help our House and preserve the integrity of the competition."

Then, without warning, Eduardo lowered himself into a deep, ninety-degree bow.

"I ask you to forgive me for my mistake."

The entire warehouse seemed to freeze.

A stunned silence spread through the spectators.

A Don bowing like this was not something people witnessed often. In fact, many of those present couldn’t remember ever seeing Eduardo lower himself in such a manner before another person.

Not even before another Don.

Aren was horrified by the attention. Her eyes widened, and she immediately began waving both hands in frantic protest.

"Ah! You really don’t have to do that!"

She looked around helplessly.

"I’ve only done what I thought was right. I... I just didn’t want Jordan to suffer such an injustice..."

Her gaze finally found Jordan.

Her eyes practically begged him to rescue her from this unfamiliar social situation.

Jordan caught the look immediately, and a small smile appeared on his face. He stepped forward and gently helped his father straighten.

"Ariana wants to say that your apology is much appreciated, Father," he said, his tone warm with gratitude. "I personally appreciate it as well."

Eduardo looked directly at his son.

For a brief moment, something flickered through his eyes.

Respect.

And perhaps even a trace of that old hope he had once felt for Jordan, back when he had decided to name his eldest son as his heir.

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