After My Father Was Murdered, I Thought He Was My Savior Chapter 12

After My Father Was Murdered, I Thought He Was My Savior Chapter 12

In a monastery on the outskirts of Milan, I was 

quietly restoring the final body. 

Beside me, the nuns spoke softly. 

“Have you heard? The youngest godfather in Sicily 

turned himself in.” 

“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.” 

The suture needle in my hand paused slightly. 

I opened my phone. 

The headline showed a photo of Rinaldo being 

escorted away. 

Facing trial and police questioning, he remained expressionless the entire time. 

His eyes were like stagnant water. 

“Miss Valentina, your express documents.” 

I took the package and opened it. 

Inside were two documents. 

The first was the marriage dissolution agreement. 

Rinaldo’s bold, sweeping signature was already 

written in the lower–right corner. 

The second was a deed of transfer. 

He had unconditionally transferred his entire 

underground empire and all his assets to my 

name. 

There was also a sheet of parchment. 

On it was his familiar handwriting. 

[Valentina, you must accept these. I promised you 

I would disappear completely from your world. 

May you live freely, far from the darkness.] 

A faint smile curved my lips. 

This time, he finally understood. 

I threw the parchment into the incinerator. 

It was like burning away the unbearable past 

between us. 

In the flames, I seemed to see my father’s relieved 

smile. 

Finally, I could carry my father’s banner again and 

continue down the road of seeking truth. 

As for the once–arrogant godfather, he would spend the rest of his life behind bars paying for 

his crimes.