CHAPTER 39: – A MYSTERY MAN –

Amadeo Di-grassi rode to the second floor of his manor. His collar was undone, tie unknotted, which was rare for him. He stormed his way to one of the rooms.

Savanna was seated on the ottoman by the table, brushing through her hair. She paused when she caught sight of him in the mirror, then turned with a bright smile.

"Honey–"

"How dare you?" Amadeo cut her off.

She was taken aback. "What...? Honey, what are you–"

"Rosa, what did you do to her?" he questioned. "Who called the hospital in my name and cut off her entire treatment?"

Savannah set the brush down and slowly rose to her feet. She approached him as seductively as she could, grabbing his arms with a soft smile on her face. "Is that why you’re this angry?"

Amadeo smacked off her touch. "I asked you a question. Did you or did you not make that call?"

Her smile vanished. "So what if I did? Why are you acting like–"

His hand shot out, gripping her throat and slamming her against the wall. His shoulders heaved with heavy breaths, his face twisted in pure anger. "How dare you?!"

She was having a hard time breathing, tapping at his wrists. "Amadeo, let–let go!"

"She’s my wife! I didn’t give you that right!"

Amadeo shoved her to the floor, furious where he stood.

Savannah stared up at him, stunned. Since when did he care about Rosalia? Hadn’t he let things go on like this for years? Why care now?

"You’re out of your mind!" she spat.

"Out of my mind?" He raked a hand through his hair, jaw tight. "You think that just because I brought you into this house, you can cross whatever boundary you please?"

He squatted down and snatched her by the chin. "Listen and listen carefully to me, Savannah, and mind you, this is the last time I will be warning you."

"Rosalia is my wife," he began, biting his teeth. "MINE. Nobody comes between her and me, and I mean nobody. The next time you repeat this nonsense, you won’t like the sort of man I’ll become. You do not touch even a hair on her head. You do not speak to nor see her! And you do not hurt her, do you understand me? Never again!"

Savannah’s eyes grew wet in response to his harsh words. Her nose scrunched up and she slowly began to sob. "So you love her now, is that it? Suddenly, you care about her?"

"She’s mine."

"Then what about me?" she yelled at him. "If she’s yours like you’re claiming, why is she in that hospital? Why did you marry me? Why did you bring me into this family and then ignore her like she meant nothing to you? As if she never existed to you!"

Her face grew cold. "You can’t do that, Amadeo, and act this way now. Your wife is me and only me. Rosalia is no longer in the picture, and I won’t let her come between you and me. After all, you’re the one who chased me and proclaimed love to me. You brought me into this mess! You gave your heart to me, and you can’t take it back–"

"My heart?"

Amadeo’s gray eyes shone with a dark light.

"My heart isn’t yours, and it has never been. You are not and can never be her replacement. I’m only going to warn you this very last time. If you ever pull this foolish stunt again, you will hate that you met a man like me. Stay away from Rosalia. She’s mine to handle however I please."

He let go roughly, straightened up, and adjusted his jacket, saying, "I will have her treatment resumed. So be careful with me. I don’t react quite well to people messing with my property. Rosalia is off limits."

Amadeo left the room.

He stormed downstairs, pointing to one of his cars, which the chauffeur hurried to prepare.

The man opened the door for him, and he slid into the backseat.

"Where are we heading to, sir?"

"The hospital. I need to see my wife."

"Yes, sir."

They pulled off into the road, and throughout the entire drive, Amadeo was silent to himself.

It had been a while since he’d seen Rosalia’s face.

He’d visited her quite a good number of times, each without her knowing. But all was because she’d throw a fit if she saw him. He had enough of that nonsense, and he was going to—

"We’ve arrived, sir."

He didn’t wait for the driver to open the door, stepping down and turning his gaze toward the building.

Amadeo walked inside and stopped at the reception desk, where a woman quickly greeted him with a polite smile.

"I’d like to see my wife," he demanded.

The receptionist swallowed. "You mean... Mrs. Rosalia Di-grassi?"

"Who else would it be?" He frowned at her. "Where is my wife?"

The other nurses had all gone still, exchanging looks of confusion and fear.

"Mr. Di-grassi, your wife called and requested for the halt of Mrs. Rosalia’s treatment in your name, and–"

"Where is my wife?!" he spat.

The nurse who’d been in charge of Rosalia gulped, forcing herself to step forward, despite trembling. "Um... s-sir, your wife has been transferred to another h-hospital."

"What?" Amadeo’s left eye twitched.

She tried to breathe. "After her treatment was cancelled, someone paid all her bills and asked that she’d be transferred to another hospital. We spoke to your daughter about it and she gave consent, agreeing to the transfer."

Everything went silent in Amadeo’s head right after that explanation. He slowly asked, "You’re telling me that my wife isn’t in this hospital?"

"N-no, sir."

"Where is she?" he questioned. "What hospital was she transferred to?"

They all made eye contact, some of them against revealing the information to him. Viviana had protested against it. But this was Amadeo Di-grassi they were speaking to. They could lose their jobs.

"Where the hell is she?!" His snap startled them.

One of them blurted out in fright, "Clinica B. She was transferred to c-c-clinica B."

"Nikolas Bastiani’s hospital?"

"Yes, sir!"

Amadeo’s hands clenched and unclenched, his temper barely contained. "This man, who was it that paid off her bills?"

"We don’t really know how he is." They shook their heads as one of them answered. "We’ve never really seen him before. But he had on a pair of glasses and was quite tall with a buff frame."

Amadeo narrowed his eyes, jaw ticking as his mind raced. A mystery man?

’Who the hell are you?’