Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 337

Chapter 337: Some Things Never Change

"You look..." Carol paused, tilting her head slightly, "...exactly the same."

Nonnina scoffed. "Liar."

"Okay older but the same."

Nonnina rolled her eyes, but the smile didn’t leave her face.

"It’s good to see you, Nonnina," Carol said.

Nonnina nodded, swallowing past the lump in her throat. "You too."

Carol’s eyes moved past Nonnina... and landed on Valentina. Valentina stood there, trying her best to appear composed. Carol’s eyes swept over her face, her posture... and then dropped to her stomach.

One brow lifted—just barely.

"Ma..." Marco’s voice cut in. He stepped slightly closer, gesturing toward Valentina. "This is Valentina Scalese."

"Its nice to meet you, uh...Mama Luca? I—I don’t know what to call you..." Valentina said, slightly tangled with nerves. She shifted her weight unconsciously. Under normal circumstances, she handled people well. Conversations, charm, even difficult personalities—she could manage. But this woman?

This woman was different. Carol looked like the kind of person who could smile warmly and still dismantle your entire life in five sentences.

Carol’s lips twitched, amused. "Mama Luca was cute when he was five, Now, it just makes me feel old." She waved a dismissive hand. "Call me Carol."

Valentina let out a small, relieved laugh. "Okay... Carol."

"So," Carol continued casually, "how is your sister? She is your sister, right?"

"Yes," she answered, nodding. "She is. She’s... she’s fine. Well—" she hesitated, exhaling softly, "the doctors said exhaustion, dehydration, high blood pressure..." Her voice trailed slightly at the end.

Carol hummed. "Classic," she said.

Valentina frowned faintly.

Carol gave a small shrug. "Some things never change."

Valentina’s brows drew together, confusion flickering across her face. "What... what does that mean?" she asked, her tone cautious but curious.

"Oh, I don’t mean to worry you, sweetie," she said. "But those are the symptoms of being with a Genovese."

"Yeah... yeah. Oh... it’s been an intense couple of days."

Marco muttered under his breath from beside them. "That’s one way to put it."

"Is she awake yet?" Carol asked, her tone turning more direct.

"No," Valentina said.

"Then you can go get some rest, sweetie. Do not exert yourself too much," Carol instructed.

Valentina opened her mouth like she might argue, but did a rethink. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to protest. It was that Carol had said it in a way that made resistance feel... pointless.

"I keep telling her that," Nonnina chipped in immediately, stepping forward with a small, exasperated wave of her hand. "Too much energy. Always jumping up and down like she’s not carrying a whole human being. I don’t know what to do with her anymore."

Valentina let out a soft groan. "I’m not jumping—"

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