Arturo is getting into the car with a soldier when the tires of Francesco's vehicle screech across the enormous road that cuts through the gardens, and a thick cloud of dust rises. The sudden skid that leaves marks on the ground reflects his mood, and an indignant Graziela is dragged inside the mansion.
"Let me go!" she shouts, and I don't think I've ever heard her raise her voice that high.
"Once you're inside, do whatever you want." Devoid of all his usual courtesy, he practically forces her in, pretending not to notice my questioning glance.
"Paolo isn't coming back to the mansion! There's nothing left! There's nothing in that hellhole…" She stops when she sees me, swallowing what she was about to say.
"Even better! We have plenty here," he rages like I've never seen him before.
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