CHAPTER 160 He wouldn't dare Ⅰ
Lorenzo's POV
I'm sitting inside the dining room, trying to think, but Genevieve and Camilla's voices are starting to get on my nerves as they console a weeping Carlotta in the kitchen.
And they're disturbing my peace.
"It's alright, Carlotta, don't cry, please," Camilla said.
"I had asked her to go upstairs last night and go to sleep, but she didn't listen. She was adamant about finishing whatever she was doing. Now look at it—Natalia is dead," she said tearfully.
"Nobody knew this would happen; don't beat yourself up about it," Genevieve replied.
"What about her mother, her father, her little sister? What's going to become of them now?" She breaks down in tears.
That's it, I've had enough.
I'd really hate to kill her while she's mourning, bawling her eyes out, and baring her soul.
I rose to my feet, striding out of the dining room to my study.