After sorting everything out, I pushed open my bedroom door and found Franca lying on my bed, turning a porcelain figurine over in her hands.It was the one thing my mother had left me, and Antonio knew that."Who let her into my room and allowed her to touch my things?" I asked coldly, looking at Antonio, who was sitting off to the side.He looked up, still looking guilty. "Franca's blood sugar had dropped, and she didn't have the strength to make it downstairs. Your room was right here, so I told her to lie down for a while.""Antonio, I don't care what your reason is. She needs to put down what my mother left me and get out right now." I didn't move an inch.He frowned, walked over, and reached out to pat my shoulder. I stepped aside.His hand stopped in midair, and disappointment crossed his face."Elena, why can you never learn to think about the bigger picture?"The informant network behind Franca determines the Renzetti family's standing in Sicily. As my fiancée, you should supp
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