Married to Mafia Boss novel Chapter 122

Chapter 122

Alia POV

Cain turned to look at Maria and asked, “Maria, have you ever seen the man Alia married?” seen the man Alia married?”

Maria thought for a moment and replied, “I caught a glimpse of him from a distance that day in Portano, but it was too far away to see clearly.”

Cain said, “I think that man has a good appearance and demeanor. Go over there and try to find out more about him.”

“They’ve already been here?” Maria followed her father’s gaze, only seeing the distant silhouettes of Marco and me walking away. “Dad, you didn’t stop them?”

Cain narrowed his eyes and said, “Father Matteo personally came to escort them in. How could I stop

them?”

“Father Matteo personally escorted them?” Maria couldn’t help but take another look at the two distant figures, recalling the man she had met a few times several years ago.

The silhouette of Alia’s husband did resemble Mark’s.

But it couldn’t possibly be the same person by such coincidence.

Father Matteo led Marco and me to the church’s cold storage room, essentially a large freezer where each body was stored in a compartment.

When family members came, they were guided by staff who used identification numbers to pull the bodies out from their compartments.

I had refused to believe my mother was truly gone until I saw her rigid body lying in that small compartment, her face pale and distorted, with frozen blood on her forehead…

“Mom…” I wanted to touch my mother one more time, but my legs gave way, and all strength instantly drained from my body.

If Marco hadn’t caught me in time, I would have collapsed to the ground.

“Mom…”

Beyond that single word, my voice was too hoarse to utter anything more.

My heart felt hollowed out, with cold gusts of wind blowing through the emptiness inside me.

Why did heaven have to be so cruel? The knot between my mother and me had just begun to unravel.

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Chapter 122

just days ago, I thought our future would be brigiend happy

I was about to give my mother a good tits,

But now, she lay in a cold freezer, with no future at xli.

Perhaps…

Cain was right. I was responsible for my mother’s death.

1 left Montrano alone, abandoning my mother in the hell that was the Rows howhid

Why didn’t I come earlier to take her away?

Why?

The emotions I had been suppressing all day finally collapsed at this moment, with tears pouring down like broken strings of pearls.

Marco held me close, offering no consoling words, simply allowing my tears to soak his clothes.

Yet, watching me cry, his heart tightened painfully,

I don’t know how long I cried before I finally stopped. By then, the front of Marco’s shirt was completely soaked with my tears.

He had seen me pretend to be strong before, but never knew how intense I could be when I cried.

“Alia…” Marco reached out, gently stroking my swollen eyes with his rough thumb, wiping away the tear stains from the corners of my eyes.

I raised my head from Marco’s embrace, bit my lip, and struggled to control my emotions. “Marco, I want to arrange my mother’s funeral myself. I don’t want Cain to interfere.”

Cain’s refusal to let me see my mother was actually a way to threaten me, to make me agree to some of his

conditions.

But Cain wouldn’t say it directly, still maintaining a disgusting facade of fatherhood while criticizing me.

Marco nodded. “I happen to know Father Matteo who’s in charge here. I’ll have a word with him, and Cain won’t be able to control matters regarding your mother anymore.”

I rubbed my eyes and looked up at Marco carefully. “Marco, how do you have friends everywhere? And such influential ones at that?”