Chapter 46 My Family

"Sienna is my daughter, what's wrong with me coming to see her?" The father was clearly discontent with Paolo's indifferent attitude, yet it was evident he didn't want to risk being expelled from the estate due to a fight. He tolerated Paolo's demeanor.

Of course, when his gaze shifted to me, it turned scrutinizing and unfriendly, even as a hypocritical smile hung on his face. "You came after all, Sienna."

I found his smile revolting. I frowned in disgust, "Yes, do you have a problem with that?"

"You're really misbehaving, Sienna," my father lowered his voice and chided me by my ear, "You truly are my greatest failure, not nearly as good as Valentina."

I pressed my lips together, "I indeed am your failed creation, but Valentina's success is mom's doing, not yours."

"You're provoking me, Sienna, and that's not smart!" my father threatened, "Antonio..."

"You dare!"

With a sneer, my father loudly said to Paolo, "I need to speak with Carmela..."

I trembled with anger; he truly was a despicable bastard, a scum!

Paolo looked puzzled, and I quickly put on a forced smile, "My father meant he wanted to walk with me around the estate, would that be alright?"

Paolo hesitated and glanced at me, my back already sweating, before he slowly looked away, "Of course, we have no intention of restricting Mr. Corsetti's freedom."

Having fooled him, I breathed a sigh of relief and pulled on my father's sleeve to keep a distance from Paolo. I gritted my teeth and asked him, "What exactly do you want?"

"I want money!"

"Where would I get money from?! You still owe Antonio 80 million, have you forgotten?"

"You've already been sold to Antonio! He should be paying off your debts, giving your old man money to spend!"

"You!" I couldn't fathom how cruel a father's heart could be to utter such words; my heart ached as if stabbed by a knife.

"I don't need much, just half a million dollars," my father stated, "I just want to prepare a nicer engagement gift for Valentina."

His reasoning surprised me momentarily, but I couldn't judge his sincerity, so I refused, "I have no money, not a cent!"

"Antonio has it, your mom has it, just ask them. Not just half a million, they would give you five million if you asked! If not, ask Valentina, the pocket money mom gives her each month is more than half a million!"

Using Valentina's money to buy Valentina a gift?

I had underestimated my father's shamelessness!

"I won't borrow anyone's money. I have none!"

"No money, then I won't keep your secrets," my father's hypocritical mask fell, and his gaze turned icy as he looked at me, "If Carmela knew her eldest daughter was a promiscuous, lowly whore, who would sell herself to strange men for money, wouldn't she be heartbroken and regretful?"

"Enough!" I couldn't stand listening any longer.

I couldn't believe such insulting words were coming from my father. I raised my arm to hit him, but he blocked me.

"If Carmela knew that man was Antonio, would she cause trouble for him? Antonio would have her killed, wouldn’t he?"

My whole body trembled, not just from my father's shamelessness, but also from the fear of him revealing the truth, potentially causing my mother to confront Antonio.

Despite being a successful businesswoman, she was still no match for someone like Antonio, a mafia lord.

Our argument caught Paolo's attention, "Let go, Mr. Corsetti! You're hurting Sienna."

Paolo forcibly separated us, warning my father, "This is the Davis estate. While you are Valentina and Sienna's father and Mrs. Davis has instructed us to treat you with respect, if you cause trouble, the Davis family's bodyguards have the right to throw you out!"

My father's face darkened, but Paolo's warning was effective; he stopped assaulting me, but I knew he wouldn't give up.

"You'll understand, Sienna," my father said as he left under Paolo's watchful gaze, "I'll wait for your answer."

"Sienna, are you okay?" Paolo asked me with concern.

I kept my head down, not wanting Paolo to see my tear-stained face and red eyes. I hated having such a shameless father; he made me feel disgraced.

"I want to go back and rest now, I'm sorry." I wasn't lying; I was truly exhausted and had no mood to continue touring the estate.

Paolo didn't press me, his attitude was different, "Madam has already prepared a room for you, next to Valentina's. You'll definitely like it."

I nodded vaguely, barely hearing what he said. I followed Paolo back to the mansion, and we went upstairs together.

"This is the room Madam prepared for you. Here is the bathroom, and this is the walk-in closet, where the clothes Madam and Valentina picked out for you are," Paolo said.

Considering I needed rest, Paolo briefly introduced the room and then left. My mental state was not great; the nightmare from last night had severely affected my sleep, and I desperately needed to rest.

But I couldn't go to bed without changing my clothes; I had to muster the energy to pick out a simple, comfortable nightgown in the walk-in closet to change into.

The bed was incredibly soft and comfortable; the blankets, apparently freshly sunned, smelled of sunshine and enveloped me like clouds, carrying me into a dream.

I had another nightmare. I was running down a dark corridor, endlessly long, with no visible end. Suddenly, a gunshot rang out, and I abruptly turned around, only to be surprised to see a familiar figure.

It was Antonio!

"Antonio! Antonio!" I shouted his name, but he was always facing away from me, "Save me, Antonio, save me..."

I chased after Antonio, but midway, the corridor broke, and I stepped into a crack, falling from a height into an abyss.

"Aah!" I screamed as I woke up, being pulled into a warm, fragrant embrace, a warm and familiar scent tightly wrapping around me.

My eyes immediately welled up; I buried my face in her shoulder, my arms wrapping around her back, clinging to her like when I was a child.

"Mom..."

"Ah," my mom responded softly, her warm hand gently patting my back, a tender soothing, "My dear baby, did you have a nightmare? Don't be scared, mom is here with you."

I clung to my mom, crying uncontrollably, and as she continued to comfort me, her voice ever so gentle, my tears fell even faster, and I didn't understand why I felt so wronged and needed to cry.

"No more crying, Sisi," my mom called me by my nickname, kissing my forehead.