My Mafia Husband Made Headlines with His Lover, I Left のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11

That stab wound didn't kill Antonio after all.A public hospital in Sicily stitched him up, but he was left partially disabled.The infection damaged the nerves in his abdomen. His right leg was permanently crippled, and he could move only by dragging it along the ground, inch by inch.Whenever it rained in Sicily, the old wound hurt like hell, and only the cheapest painkillers got him through it.I never would have known any of this, but one day, as I passed through the garden, I overheard the estate guards gossiping about him.They said Antonio had never left Sicily.He lived in a drafty shack and got by hauling crates of fresh fish packed in ice for local fishermen.Every morning at first light, he'd drag his bad leg up the mountain road and gather a bouquet of white camellias.Then he'd walk for more than an hour and quietly leave the flowers in a corner by the estate gate.After that, when I went out in the car now and then, I'd catch a glimpse of that familiar figure in the rearv