After My Father Was Murdered, I Thought He Was My Savior Chapter 12
In a monastery on the outskirts of Milan, I wasÂ
quietly restoring the final body.Â
Beside me, the nuns spoke softly.Â
“Have you heard? The youngest godfather in SicilyÂ
turned himself in.”Â
“He confessed to betraying a police informant, deceiving his wife’s feelings, and causing the deaths of his father–in–law and his own child. Thank God. A devil like that has finally repented. The woman he hurt is so pitiful.”Â
The suture needle in my hand paused slightly.Â
I opened my phone.Â
The headline showed a photo of Rinaldo beingÂ
escorted away.Â
Facing trial and police questioning, he remained expressionless the entire time.Â
His eyes were like stagnant water.Â
“Miss Valentina, your express documents.”Â
I took the package and opened it.Â
Inside were two documents.Â
The first was the marriage dissolution agreement.Â
Rinaldo’s bold, sweeping signature was alreadyÂ
written in the lower–right corner.Â
The second was a deed of transfer.Â
He had unconditionally transferred his entireÂ
underground empire and all his assets to myÂ
name.Â
There was also a sheet of parchment.Â
On it was his familiar handwriting.Â
[Valentina, you must accept these. I promised youÂ
I would disappear completely from your world.Â
May you live freely, far from the darkness.]Â
A faint smile curved my lips.Â
This time, he finally understood.Â
I threw the parchment into the incinerator.Â
It was like burning away the unbearable pastÂ
between us.Â
In the flames, I seemed to see my father’s relievedÂ
smile.Â
Finally, I could carry my father’s banner again andÂ
continue down the road of seeking truth.Â
As for the once–arrogant godfather, he would spend the rest of his life behind bars paying forÂ
his crimes.

