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Viola POV“It was there when the inventory was taken, then sent to North Harbor.” The lawyer pointed to the receipt attached to the list. “This receipt was kept with the private papers Marco left for you and your sister. Under his instructions, they could only be released to either of you or someone you authorized.”I looked at him.“Nicholas hasn’t seen it?”“This file hasn’t been accessed before.”Once I had the inventory and receipt, I immediately sent photographs to the adviser and asked him to check the date and reference number.By the time I reached North Harbor, he had found the accident file.The receipt wasn’t in it.The page bearing the corresponding reference number had also been removed from the original receipt register. A later inventory listed the warehouse ledger as “Not located; presumed destroyed in the accident.”“These are the records Nicholas was given,” the adviser said.I placed the receipt the lawyer had kept beside them.It was dated the day after my father’s

Viola POVThat afternoon, Camilla came to North Harbor to verify her statement.Mother accompanied her.When she saw the papers on the table, Mother spoke first.“She barely slept last night. Can’t this wait until she’s feeling better?”“I can do this,” Camilla said.Mother turned toward her.Camilla pulled out a chair and sat opposite the adviser.I handed over what I had written down the night before. The two encounters at the clinic, the safe, and Ricci’s phone call were listed separately.Camilla read it from the beginning.“When I said I hadn’t gone downstairs, that wasn’t true. I saw Dad talking to Ricci.”The adviser began taking notes.“The next day, Ricci came to see me again. He wanted me to get the papers from Dad’s safe. I refused, but I didn’t tell Dad.”Mother suddenly pressed a hand over her wrist.“Camilla, think carefully. Once you sign this, it won’t be something we can settle with a few words at home—”“I have thought about it.”Her voice shook, but she didn’t withdr

Viola POV“I love you.”He said it slowly, without putting any other words before it.I stood beside the table, suddenly unsure what to do with my hands.How many times had I asked whether he had ever felt anything for me? He dried my hair, took me home, remembered what I needed. But he had never given me those three words.Now Camilla had signed. He had taken off his ring.I finally didn’t have to worry that hearing those words meant taking something that belonged to another woman.But the tears still fell.Nicholas raised his hand and stopped beside my face.“May I?”I nodded slightly.His thumb brushed my cheek. That familiar warmth almost made me reach for his sleeve the way I used to.I clenched my own hand instead.“I want to be with you,” he said. “Not to look after you for Marco, or to keep you in the Bellanti family. I want to know whether I still have a chance to pursue a real relationship with you.”I looked at him.“You know I’m going back to Paris.”“I do.”“My work is the

Viola POV“I’m here.”His voice finally returned.I gripped the windowsill, only then realizing I hadn’t been breathing properly.“Are you hurt?”“A cut on my shoulder. We have him. We’re going to get the wound treated now.”“Don’t just tell me you’re fine.”“I didn’t say I was fine.” He took a breath. “It hurts, but I can talk. I’ll call you once the doctor’s finished.”I closed my eyes and nodded, then remembered he couldn’t see me.“All right.”Alessandro had also reached someone and confirmed they had left the scene. The bookkeeper and the ledger pages were with them.I sat down again and waited a long time.When Nicholas called back, I asked, “Could you come over once your shoulder’s been treated?”He said he could.I checked with Alessandro first. Once he agreed, I sent the address.Almost an hour later, Nicholas appeared at the door.His coat hung over his arm. His shirt had been cut open at the shoulder, revealing clean bandages. He was pale, but instinctively straightened a li

Viola POV“Then let’s go through all of it,” I said.Ricci looked at me, his smile disappearing.“I haven’t asked anyone to believe my father just because I’m Marco’s daughter. If you have evidence he was involved, bring it out.”He glanced at the people around the table without answering.“But you can’t use a single insinuation to leave that accusation hanging over him for another three years.”The bookkeeper was brought in. He admitted he had altered the summary figures on Ricci’s instructions. After discovering the discrepancies, my father had insisted on seeing the original records.“After Marco died, he told me to hand over the ledger. I was afraid I’d end up taking the blame, so I kept copies of a few pages.”“You’re lying,” Ricci said coldly.The adviser placed the verified payment records before him. One payment had gone to a maintenance worker at the warehouse.That man was called in, too.Nicholas had spent three years looking for him. He had refused to speak until someone wa