CHAPTER 76: DEDICATE YOUR ENTIRE FOCUS

Sara wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes. Adam remained standing, offering no explanation for his choices, which was the very thing she was desperate to hear.

"Calm down, Sara," Katherine’s soft voice fell into her ears. She was the only one who hadn’t attended the event, finding her son’s act utterly ridiculous.

"Did you tell her about tonight’s event, Mother?" Adam finally asked Katherine, ignoring Sara entirely.

"Yes, I did," Katherine said, keeping a straight face. "You can’t choose an heir other than Sara. She carries your blood. Diego and Frida will ruin you if you keep giving them what they don’t deserve. You know this better than I do, son."

"Grandma, why do you see us as lesser than Sara?" Diego stepped up, his voice laced with indignation. "Just because we are stepchildren to Dad? We came to this house when Dad married our mother. This is not right. She brought fake evidence against me this time with her husband," he pronounced, gritting his teeth.

"Leave," Adam finally said, directing the word only at Sara. "You came here to create another trouble for me. Luca, I’ll talk to you tomorrow regarding the evidence you’ve gathered," he stated, clearly finished with the confrontation. He gave one last dismissive glance to his mother and left for his room.

Marcella was also fuming with anger and disgust toward Sara, convinced Sara was deliberately trying to snatch things from her children. "You heard Adam. Get out of this house!" she spat bitterly at Sara.

"Check your mouth, Marcella. Don’t you dare speak like this with my granddaughter," Katherine warned her instantly.

"It will be better if you leave with her as well. You two have destroyed the peace of this family," Marcella bellowed. "Frida, go to your room. Diego, you too."

"Be ready for tomorrow’s judgment," Luca said, holding Sara’s hand firmly.

Diego scowled at him but simply turned and walked away, followed by Frida and Marcella, retreating but not defeated.

Luca turned his attention to Katherine. "Grandma, you’re welcome to come with us. It will be dangerous to stay here. Who knows what they might do to you," he opined.

"I-I can’t—"

"Just come with us, Grandma," Sara insisted. "I’m already worried for your safety. Even Dad doesn’t listen to you anymore."

"Not tonight. I told you this is my home. Your grandfather’s memories are here. And I can’t live at any other place for too long," Katherine stated, her resolve firm.

Sara nodded her head in understanding. She ran to the old lady and hugged her tightly. "I’m sorry for not being able to protect you from such toxicity."

Katherine patted her back. "Don’t feel burdened. And I can handle Marcella and her kids well. Go home and have a good rest. You did a wonderful job today." She patted her granddaughter’s cheeks and planted a soft kiss in the center of her forehead before releasing her. "Go!" Katherine said, patting her arms reassuringly.

Sara took a step back. Walking past Luca with a heavy heart, she didn’t look back at the chaotic house.

"Goodnight, Grandma," said Luca, nodding respectfully before turning to follow Sara. He rushed to the waiting car and pulled the door open for his wife.

As Sara climbed into the car, Luca shut the door, walked around, and slid into the driver’s seat. He started the engine, pulling away from the Falcone estate and driving toward their own home.

Upon reaching their house, Sara finally allowed herself a moment of relaxation, sinking onto the plush couch in the living room.

"I have to confess something," Sara finally said. "I lied about forging my signature being proven today."

Luca nodded calmly, settling down next to her. "I know. But it seems Frida does have a hand in it. She didn’t outright deny it when you confronted her. As for Asher, I can certainly ask him if he ever intoxicated you and forged your signature," he explained.

Sara shook her head dismissively. "Why would Asher ever admit it? He even have broken up with Frida, but that doesn’t make him loyal to me. However, my stepsister definitely could have done it. She sent Asher into my life for a reason, and it certainly wasn’t about love."

"Of course, their plan was kind of big," Luca said, a confident smirk playing on his lips. "Why wait around to solve all those little puzzles when I can get the answers easily?"

Sara tilted her head, arching an eyebrow in suspicion. "You mean by beating him up?"

"No," Luca replied smoothly. "I have other ways, too."

"Don’t take the law into your own hands," Sara warned him.

"You won’t be able to find out the truth if I don’t act like a stern man," Luca stated. "Don’t worry. I won’t hurt Asher physically." He paused, his gaze hardening slightly. "I have no intention for you to meet him again." His jaw clenched, a muscle twitching visibly, confirming his possessive dislike for the man who she used to see.

"Fine," Sara conceded, accepting his strategy regarding Asher. "Also, thank you for considering me to keep as a board member in Falcone Industries. What about my secretary role then?" Sara asked, genuinely curious about her future professional path.

"You know Falcone Industries better than anyone, certainly better than me. That’s precisely why I chose you to be one of its board members. Your knowledge is essential," Luca explained. "You can absolutely keep working as my secretary if you want to. But if you’d rather dedicate your entire focus to chasing down the truth and building evidence against Frida and Diego, then I have no issue with you leaving to do that."

"I did have some investments in the startups, but they can’t be withdrawn yet," Sara began, clearly thinking through the financial implications of stepping away from her current role.

"Money isn’t an issue between you and me," Luca remarked immediately, cutting off her worry. "Do you truly think I would deprive you of money when you’re my wife?" He reached into his pocket, took out his wallet, and pulled out his black card. "I offered this to you earlier as well. However, this time, I want you to keep it."

He gently closed her fist around the card, his focus never leaving her eyes, a gesture that conveyed not just his wealth, but also his unconditional support.