Back in Enrico’s room, Isabella sat at the edge of the bed, fidgeting nervously as the doctor finished his examination. Her mother, Celia, stood close by, her arms crossed, watching the doctor with an intensity that revealed her own deep concerns.
The doctor adjusted his glasses and gave Isabella a reassuring smile. "You’re perfectly fine, Mrs. Saviano. There’s no sign of poisoning, and your health is in excellent condition." He glanced at Celia, noting her anxious expression. "One of Enrico’s men brought me a pack of the pills Alma offered you. They were identified as the morning-after pill, nothing more."
Relief washed over Isabella, and she exhaled a breath she didn’t realize she had been holding. Alma had tried to manipulate her, but at least she hadn’t succeeded in poisoning her. "T
