The next afternoon, Ernest left the house, using the reason that he had to take care of a shipment at the port.When the villa doors were pushed open, I was sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the dark sky."It's been a while, Mia." A soft, demure voice with a cold tone was heard coming from the living room.It was Anna in a wheelchair. A bodyguard had pushed her in. Anna was wearing beige, silky pajamas with a huge black coat over her.I recognized that coat.It was Ernest's favorite coat. He would never let me touch that coat, as he claimed it represented the dignity of the Marinos. Yet, it was now hanging on Anna."What are you doing here? Ernest isn't home," I said coldly.Anna waved off the bodyguard. She tried to stand up with great effort from the wheelchair as her body was too frail, and she walked slowly toward me. Her face was so sickly pale that it was almost translucent, but her eyes were shockingly bright. They reminded me of a venomous snake
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