บททั้งหมดของ Escaping the Mafia Lord: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Greta paused, her gaze momentarily shifting as she recollected the layout of the vast mansion. A small crease formed on her forehead, evidence of the mental map she was retracing. With a steady voice, she replied, "It's at the end of the east wing. The room with the blue door.""Thank you, Greta," Georgina said, her voice filled with gratitude. She turned towards the kitchen's exit, and headed straight to where Greta had described. Georgina's heart pounded with a mixture of excitement and trepidation as she turned towards the kitchen's exit, her resolve unwavering. She moved swiftly, her footsteps light and purposeful, confident that Antonio's unwavering dedication to his post would shield her from detection. With the key firmly in her grasp, she navigated the corridors with a sense of urgency.As she neared the location Greta had described as Antonio's room, Georgina cast a cautious glance around, ensuring she remained unseen by any prying eyes. Satisfied that the coast was clear, s

At first, she thought it was just a heavy period but it came to mind that her flow just recently ended. Georgina's world suddenly turned dark as an excruciating pain tore through her stomach. A scream erupted from her lips, filled with both agony and terror. Her body trembled uncontrollably as she felt a rush of warmth within her legs, staining her clothes and the floor beneath her.Desperately, Georgina tried to scream for help, her voice barely a whisper. She felt weak and dizzy, her vision blurred as her consciousness wavered. With every ounce of strength left in her, she mustered the will to crawl towards the basement door, her fingers grasping for any semblance of support.But the pain and weakness overwhelmed her, and her efforts were in vain. Halfway to the door, Georgina's body betrayed her, and she collapsed onto the cold, unforgiving floor. Her breathing grew shallow and labored, each breath a struggle as her life force slowly ebbed away.As her eyelids grew heavy, the basem

The nurse led the way, and Georgina followed, with Antonio guiding her steps. They entered a private medical room, the nurse opening the door with a gentle gesture.Georgina entered the room, her eyes darting around the medical equipment, the sterile surroundings creating an air of vulnerability. Antonio remained by her side, as he helped her settle onto the medical bed. "I'll be outside," Antonio said, his voice calm. With one last glance, he turned and headed out of the medical room, leaving Georgina to face her examination alone.The nurse's gentle voice broke through Georgina's thoughts, drawing her attention back to the present moment. "How are you feeling, ma'am?" the nurse inquired, her compassionate tone resonating with genuine concern.Georgina, still lying down on the medical bed, replied weakly, her voice betraying her exhaustion. "Not so good," she admitted, her words tinged with weariness. "Weak... tired."The nurse, with a comforting touch, proceeded to assess Georgina'

Georgina's gaze remained locked with the nurse's, her voice filled with gratitude, "Thank you."With a nod, the nurse left the medical room, leaving Georgina alone with her thoughts and the enticing meal. She watched as Antonio followed closely behind, his presence a constant reminder of the watchful eyes surrounding her.Her hunger intensified as she surveyed the tray. The bread, soft and fresh, begged to be savored, while the soup promised a comforting blend of flavors. Georgina reached out and picked up a piece of bread, feeling its warmth in her hands. She took a bite, savoring the softness and the satisfying crunch as she chewed. As soon as she finished her meal, her hunger appeased, she carefully set the plate down on the table. She glanced out of the window of the medical room, her eyes met with the sight of darkness. Night had fallen, casting an eerie stillness over the surroundings. Antonio remained steadfast, his presence unwavering as he guarded the door, unaware of Georgi

Georgina sank into the cushioned seat, feeling the weariness seep from her bones. The middle-aged man left her in the sitting room, disappearing into one of the rooms. As she glanced around the cozy space, her eyes catching glimpses of more family photos and personal mementos, she couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort settling over her.Just as her gaze wandered, the middle-aged man emerged from the room he had entered. He approached her with a gentle smile, pointing towards the room he had just come out of."You can sleep here," he said, his voice filled with warmth and genuine concern. "I've put some clothes on the bed, and the shower is ready as well."Georgina nodded gratefully, her voice too weak to express her appreciation. She slowly stood up, relying on the remaining strength in her legs, and walked into the room. The room exuded a cozy ambiance, and her eyes were drawn to the pictures of a girl displayed with care. She picked up a few of the photographs, studying them bri