The tension in the villa was palpable as Vito's men came and went, relying updates and plants. Kleia tried her best to keep life normal for the children, but even they could sense in their father's demeanor.
One evening , as the house settled into quiet, Vito called a meeting with Antonio and Luciano in his office. Kleia, unable to shake her growing curiosity, lingered nearby, listening through the slightly ajar door.
" she deserves to know Vito" Antonio said, his voice low but firm. " this isn't your fight anymore. Alessandro has crossed a line."
" I know that" Vito replied, his tone clipped. "But if I bring kleia into this, I risk putting her more in danger, she's already been through enough."
" keeping her in the dark, won't protect her" Luciano interjected. " she's stronger than you think."
Kleia stepped into the room before she could second-guess herself. " they are right." she said, her voice steady despite racing heart.
Vito turned to her , is expression and makes her frustration and concern. "Kleia—"
" no" she interrupted, crossing her arms. " you promised me you wouldn't shut me out., Vito. I need to know what's going on."
