Chapter 8 - Confronting Bernadette With Proof of Past Family Tragedies
The black armored SUV pulled up to the grand entrance of the mansion late that same evening.
Vittorio stepped out into the cool night air, his face carved from stone as he marched toward the west parlor.
He pushed the heavy oak doors open, finding Bernadette sitting rigidly in an armchair by the fireplace.
Without a word, he tossed the tablet onto the antique coffee table directly in front of her.
The screen played the archived security footage from three years ago on an endless, looping playback.
Bernadette stared at the glowing display, all color draining entirely from her weathered face.
“You poisoned my mother’s evening tea the exact same way you tried to poison my son today,” Vittorio whispered.
His voice carried a terrifying, icy stillness that echoed ominously off the high parlor walls.
“She was going to change the estate inheritance to cut out the conspirators,” Bernadette rasped defensively.
“She was going to expose the financial embezzlement running through our commercial foundations.”
Vittorio stepped closer, leaning down until his eyes locked onto hers with lethal precision.
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“And now you will spend the rest of your natural life behind federal prison bars,” Vittorio stated flatly.
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