Chapter 31 Compensation

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"We will discuss it later, Mia replied dismissively "Are you sure?" Alessandro asked desperately, making Mia sigh heavily with frustration. "This time your shoulder is the main concern, Mr. Valentino, Mia grumbled annoyingly, twisting her wrist from his grip in an attempt to free it from his steely grasp. "Don't deviate from your words, Miss Peterson. Your compensation is due," Alessandro said firmly, causing Mia to roll her eyes. "Mr. Valentino, now let me go," she demanded authoritatively. To her surprise, Alessandro released her hand as if he were accustomed to obeying her every instruction. As she walked slowly to the door and opened it, she found the entire staff waiting outside. doctors, nurses, and Matteo. They regarded her with a mix of curiosity and concern. She bit back the urge to groan frustratingly. Of course, the staff who entered without knocking would have informed everyone about the Mafia king being intimate with her. God knows what they would be thinking of her. She didn't want to be just another name on the list of the Italian don's mistresses, especially since he already had a fiancée and was getting married in a few days. Maybe he had forgotten he was still married to another woman. Well, he never cared about his marital status, so why had she expected anything different? "Good morning, Miss Peterson!" Matteo greeted her with a warm smile. "Good morning, Mr. Vinci," Mia said flatly. Then she turned towards the doctor. "I need to go inside and check Mr. Valentino immediately." "What happened, Miss Peterson? Did Mr. Valentino not have his medicines?" the doctor asked with concern. "He did have his medicines last night, but this morning I noticed his shoulder was bleeding again. Please check on his wound while I make something for him to eat," Mia instructed hurriedly. The doctor nodded swiftly entering the room with nurses. Then Mia quickly went to the kitchen; she knew Alessandro needed to eat before taking his medicine, and she needed to leave this palace as soon as possible. She tried to call Emily and the kids, but her phone didn't have signals here, while other phones were working. She found it very fishy. In the kitchen, Mia swiftly made an omelet and toast, knowing Alessandro liked to have them with his coffee. She also added juice to his breakfast tray, in case the doctor didn't allow him to have coffee. 84%1 When Mia began taking breakfast to the mafia king's room, a servant interrupted and offered. to do the job, but Mia dismissed him. She wanted it over quickly. Carrying the breakfast tray. herself, Mia entered Alessandro's room to find the doctor had almost done his job, cleaning. the wound and applying a new dressing. "Mr. Valentino, you need to avoid using this hand doctor instructed, focused on his task. for a few days or the wound won't heal," But from the Italian don's expression, it was clear he wasn't paying much attention to the doctor's advice. Mia shook her head helplessly. Her heart ached seeing him in pain yet showing no reaction. How could he be so emotionless, not even flinching at his own discomfort? Alessandro scowled as the doctor continued his instructions. He wasn't accustomed to someone giving him orders. Once the doctor finished, Mia carried the breakfast over to Alessandro's bed as the doctor prepared to leave. He quietly instructed Mia about Alessandro's medication regimen before departing. "Mr. Valentino, please have your breakfast, and then you need to take your medicines," Mia said softly, placing the tray on the bed before Alessandro. "Here, take this," Alessandro said, handing her his phone. Mia looked at him in confusion. "You haven't called home. Talk to the children," Alessandro explained in his soft voice. Mia was stunned; it was rare to hear him speaking so normally. His eyes looked at her with tenderness, almost making her feel like she was hallucinating. If she hadn't known him so well, she might have mistaken his demeanor for genuine care and desire for her. But she knew better. It was all about his ego and possession. Once he what he wanted, he wouldn't care about her anymore. Alessandro Valentino was the same man who had tried to kill her and her children. He was a devil reincarnated and this entire facade he was putting on bewildered her. "I will talk to them later. You finish breakfast and rest after taking your medicine," she replied nervously. "Take my phone and call home," he insisted. "Your phone won't work here because, for safety measures, outside networks are blocked in my place. However, I sent Matteo last night to your place, and he delivered the message himself. Your family is safe and protected, and I've made sure of it. But still, for your own satisfaction, use my phone and talk to them." Mia hesitated before taking his phone. She dialed Emily's number with trembling fingers. Emily picked up after a few rings. "Emily, it's me," Mia quickly said. "Mia, thank God you called. When are you coming back?" Emily asked with urgency in her voice, though she was relieved to hear Mia's voice, knowing she was okay. "Very soon," Mia replied briefly. She glanced at Alessandro from the corner of her eye and found him watching her while eating breakfast. "Alright. Come soon and don't worry. Everything is fine. The twins are doing well, and I sent them to kindergarten," Emily informed. "Thanks, Emily," Mia whispered, her throat heavy with emotion at the mention of her children. "I will talk to you later. Bye." She cut the conversation short and handed the phone back to Alessandro. Alessandro took his phone and grabbed her hand, pulling her promptly onto his lap while his arms circled her waist, not letting her move away. "What are you...." Before Mia could finish her angry question, Alessandro put a forkful of food in her mouth. "You haven't eaten anything since morning," he reasoned. "But I made it for you," Mia protested, chewing the food, "It's enough for us, and I will order more from the kitchen if we need more," Alessandro stated nonchalantly, eating a bite and stuffing another in Mia's mouth. Mia didn't even have time to protest. The Italian don was very intimidating and stubborn. However, she needed to figure out a way to escape from here and never return.

Chapter 31 Compensation

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