Vincenzo was restless because of Seraphina’s statement. He called a lady gynecologist to Seraphina’s room.
“Seraphina, she is the doctor. "Doctor, go and check her out,” he said in a hurry, his voice unsteady as if he was losing control.
“You should wait outside, Mr. De Luca,” the doctor said firmly, not meeting his intense gaze.
“It’s okay, you should check. I will be here,” he said with pride, folding his arms across his chest as if daring her to argue.
“Excuse me, I don’t care who you are. Just get out before I kill you,” Seraphina yelled in frustration, her voice breaking in anger.
He froze, his lips pressing together tightly. Without another word, he left the room silently, fidgeting his hands, supporting himself against the wall. His head hung low, his fists tightening and loose
