Enrico stared at her, his gaze hard and unrelenting. His fingers drummed lightly against the armrest, his patience clearly thinning. He turned his eyes briefly to Isabella, who was still seated on his lap, her own face conflicted, torn between shock and disbelief. After a long pause, Enrico nodded almost reluctantly, as if granting Alma this small favor was against his better judgment.
Alma, seeing this tiny mercy, quickly continued, her words rushing out. "Carmen told me she needed help. She said Elena had become desperate and would stop at nothing to destroy Isabella, that she was already making moves. I didn’t want to believe her at first, but then Carmen kept insisting that Elena was the reason behind all of the threats...the danger. She said that if I could help her take care of Elen
