Enzo returned home in a rage. Hearing the noise, Giulia hurried out of the living room to greet him. "Enzo, is it really true that Isabella has come back?" There was a hint of nervousness and unease in her tone.
Enzo's face was gloomy. He waved his hand, said nothing, and walked straight into the living room. Giulia looked at his back and followed him anxiously, her heart filled with shock and worry about Isabella being alive again.
Enzo entered the living room, casually threw his suit jacket onto the sofa, then sat down on the couch, crossing his hands over his chest, his face full of resentment.
Giulia walked over and sat down beside him gently, trying to comfort him. "Enzo, don't be angry. The thing has happened. We have to figure out a way to deal with it."
Enzo looked up at Giulia
