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Chapter 2

Author: alone
Giovannina's POV

After I returned to Capello Manor, I began packing my belongings.

Those who were sent to stand trial weren't allowed to take anything with them. Even their Famiglia name would be stripped away. From the moment I stepped onto the trial grounds, I would cease to exist in this world.

Yet, Mamma's belongings were here, and I had to protect them.

I didn't get a wink of sleep that night. I would be lying if I said I wasn't afraid. Almost no one who was sent to stand trial ever survived.

In my previous life, after Margherita was sent to trial, her body was shipped back disfigured beyond recognition.

The entire underworld said that no one could ever come out of that place alive.

In that case, what about me? How long would I be able to hold out in there?

Before I left, I intended to visit Mamma's grave one last time.

However, the moment I stepped outside, I was stopped by Carlo. He seized my wrist in a vice-like grip and seethed, "Giovannina, I order you to go apologize to Margherita right this instant."

I looked at him in total confusion, unaware of what had happened.

"Are you seriously trying to drive your sister to her death, you vicious woman?" He dragged me back into the manor.

"You're not leaving this estate until you apologize to her! Regardless of what you were going to do, you must apologize to Margherita! The one who should stand trial has been you all along!"

In my previous life, after Margherita died, he had said the exact same thing to me with red-rimmed eyes. He had refused to listen to my explanations and insisted on locking me inside the manor.

Looking at him with teary eyes, I begged him to let me go. I didn't have much time left. When Papa surrendered me, he had specifically requested one day's time for me from the Alliance.

Carlo looked me in the eye before letting go of me and softening his tone. "I won't hurt you."

He paused before adding, "As long as you apologize to Margherita, you can leave right now."

My heart went numb. I stopped resisting and let him lock me up.

I had observed my surroundings. Even if he didn't release me, I could still escape.

The only problem was the thickets of brambles Margherita had planted along the perimeter walls years ago.

It took me a great deal of effort to get through them, and my hands and legs inevitably got cuts and scrapes in the process. Ignoring the pain, I forced myself to leave Capello Manor.

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