Sophia's POV
The drive back to the estate felt endless. Tony kept glancing at me in the rearview mirror, his usual stoic expression softened with what might have been sympathy. Even he could sense the storm waiting for me at home.
Emily had insisted on coming with me, but I'd convinced her to go home to Nicholas instead. Whatever was about to happen between Vito and me, I didn't want witnesses. Especially not a pregnant woman who'd already done more than enough to defend me today.
At least someone believes in my innocence.
The mansion loomed ahead, its elegant facade looking more forbidding than welcoming in the late afternoon shadows. As Tony pulled up to the front entrance, I spotted Vito's silhouette in the window of his study. Even from this distance, I could feel the weight of his
