_Thalassa's POV_
Matteo shifted uneasily, avoiding direct eye contact. His discomfort was palpable as he fidgeted with the edge of the chair. I could sense the internal struggle within him.
After a moment, he sighed and finally spoke, "Elisa can be quite persistent. She forced me to stay and look after you. I didn't want to, but she can be convincing."
I offered a small smile, trying to ease the tension. "It's alright, Matteo. You don't have to explain. If you have other things to attend to, I can manage on my own."
He hesitated before taking a seat at the end of the bed. "She made it sound like I had no choice. But I suppose it's not entirely unpleasant sitting here."
"You can go if you need to. I won't mention it to Elisa."
A conflicted expression crossed Matteo's face. "No, I'll s
