I will make someone pay...
Fiorensia did not act rashly. She watched, observed, and pieced together the intricate web of deception that had begun to unfold within the Mors estate.
After Rohzivaan's fall, she quietly conducted a secret investigation, speaking to those present when the accident occurred and carefully dissecting every detail they provided.
One thing became clear. This was no accident. The staircase had always been a place of elegance, polished to perfection, but never treacherous. Yet, on that particular day, the edges of the steps had been suspiciously slick.
Fiorensia's trained eye did not miss the faint traces of a foreign substance wiped away hastily, a deliberate act. Someone had wanted her son to fall. Her suspicions narrowed onto Lotisia. The woman had wormed her way into Ricardo's heart and was now eyeing the power that came with the title of Duchess.
