Instead, Cesare walked to the intercom at his usual slow pace.
On the screen, he saw Dr. Milvia’s car.
He hadn’t called her, so Rizzo must’ve sent her.
Just then, his phone rang as well.
- Cesare? It’s me. Reporters are swarming my car, and I swear they’re about to jump in. Open up quickly!
Her voice was frantic.
Cesare hesitated, not keen on letting outsiders in—especially since she was the doctor who knew about his pregnancy.
He glanced back at Zahir.
Zahir, watching Cesare from behind, wore a grave expression.
Seeing this, Cesare decided a little more noise in the household might be for the best and opened the door.
Moments later, his petite doctor bustled into the house.
Carrying a bag full of medical tools, she marched in, chatting non-stop.
“Cesare! Why does Rizzo only call me at times like this? He must have a grudge against me! Oh... you have a guest.”
She belatedly noticed Zahir, understandably surprised to see someone who was clearly not from around here.
