Enrico's eyes didn’t leave hers as he extended his hand across the table, reaching for his phone. His fingers moved swiftly, dialing a number. Isabella watched him, the tension in the room thick as her mind raced with a mix of emotions.
Her hand unconsciously drifted to her stomach, the fear of what could have happened gnawing at her. Enrico noticed the motion, his sharp eyes catching every detail. Without a word, he reached over and placed his hand gently on hers.
"It’s fine," he said, his voice surprisingly soft. The warmth of his hand on hers was grounding, but it did little to calm the storm brewing in her chest.
The phone connected, and Enrico’s voice shifted to a more businesslike tone. “Get to the house immediately. I need a quick check-up done.” He paused, listening to the pers
