A witness emerges

Antonio's announcement hung in the air, a heavy counterpoint to the sterile beeps of the heart monitor. Carlo's breath hitched, a flicker of hope battling the despair that had threatened to consume him. His father? After all these years, was there a chance there was more to the story?

He looked at Carlo, searching for any hint of reaction. The Don's face remained an impassive mask, but a flicker of something akin to curiosity flickered in his steely gaze.

"What news?" Carlo finally asked, his voice low and controlled.

The sterile air of the hospital room felt suffocating, the rhythmic beeps of the heart monitor a harsh counterpoint to the storm brewing within Carlo. Antonio shuffled his feet, his gaze flitting nervously between Don and Scarlett's still form. The revelation that hung in the air was a heavy weight, pressing down on them all.