I did not even get a chance to answer."Mrs. Santoro must've had something urgent to forget to knock," I heard someone say."Isabella, you're getting out of line. I've been too soft on you, letting you get away with too much," Matteo scolded.I felt a rush of frustration so intense I thought I might explode, my fingers gripping the Family Withdrawal Notice so hard they turned white."I'm here for the divorce papers.""Get out! If you don't know how to knock, don't bother coming in," Matteo bellowed, his voice filling the office.At the mention of divorce papers, Elena's composure shattered as she pleaded, "Mr. Santoro, please. Mrs. Santoro meant no harm. She must've spoken out of turn in the heat of the moment."She reached for my arm, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "Mrs. Santoro, let's not be hasty. We can talk this through."I tried to pull away, but just then, Elena stumbled and fell, her forehead kissing the cold marble floor."Mrs. Santoro, I don't hold it again
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