Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband

Chapter 241 What Goes Around Comes Around

Alvis Vinci frowned, retorting, "Where are your manners, Matteo?"

"I'm not a five-year-old child, Father," Matteo countered, his tone severe. "And stop trying to control my life."

"What are you talking about?" Alvis asked calmly, a smug smirk playing on his lips as he swirled the amber liquid in his glass.

"Why did you make Tomas Bradford give that statement and ruin Emily's reputation in public?" Matteo demanded, his authority clear in his voice.

"So, the rumors were right," Alvis sneered, glaring at his son. "You do care about that whore."

"She is not a whore!" Matteo roared, slamming his hand on the table where the scotch glasses rested. They jumped, spilling amber liquid over the surface. Bruno and Alvis both trembled, the dreadful aura radiating from Matteo sending chills down their spines.

"I am warning you to stay away from her," Matteo said, pointing a threatening finger at his father. "She is my woman, and we are going to get married very soon. "What?" Bruno exclaimed, his eyes widening in shock. "You can't marry that woman! You're already betrothed to my daughter," he reminded the ruthless attorney.

"First of all, don't refer to her as 'that woman. Her name is Emily Yang, and she is my beloved," Matteo pronounced through clenched teeth. "Secondly, I am not going to marry your daughter." He lifted his head in defiance. "I never intended to marry her. It was all you people planning in your stupid heads. I've told Lia, and she knows I don't feel anything for her." Matteo paused, allowing the weight of his words to settle over the old men. "The only woman I love is Emily, and I am going to marry her, no matter what. So..." He now faced his father with a warning stare, "Stop creating trouble for her. She has me, and I'll keep her safe. But..." Matteo shook his head, pointing a finger and waving it in warning before his father. "No one will be here to save you if I turn my back."

His father swallowed, realizing the extent of what his younger son was capable of.

"Matteo, you can't be such a fool," his father tried, using his last trump card. "Marrying that infertile woman will lead you nowhere. You'll be heirless. Son, please try to understand. Your mother and I are getting older day by day, and we want an heir to carry on our bloodline and legacy."

Matteo laughed mockingly. "Why don't you ask your favorite son instead? I'm sure he wouldn't have any problem giving you an heir," he said sarcastically, referring to his older brother. Though already married, his brother had yet to produce any children, and Matteo had no idea why.

But the helpless expression on his father's face hinted at something more significant than he had imagined.

"Spare me from this family politics," Matteo added carelessly, slipping his hands into his pockets. "I don't want to bring a child into this world only to suffer in a selfish family like ours. I don't want him to endure what I've had to live through all my life. Emily is the perfect match for me. We're a perfect fit together."

His father's fists clenched as his carefully laid plans crumbled before him.

"Matteo, don't forget-you won't inherit a thing if you refuse to marry an heiress and produce heirs," Alvis

reminded his tone laced with warning

Chapter 241 What Goes Around Comes Around

Matteo's expression remained calm. "I don't need your cursed wealth. I'm perfectly fine with what I have, he replied coldly. "Give it all to your elder son. Maybe then he'll give you the heir you're so desperate for He snorted, turning on his heel and heading to the door. "Matteo, you'll regret this decision!" his father shouted after him, but Matteo only smirked, shaking his head as he walked away without a second glance.

"Don't worry about me, Father," Matteo replied, his voice cold and unwavering as he kept walking.

"Matteo, wait!" His father's voice sounded pleading, desperate even, but Matteo kept walking. "Your brother..." There was a hesitation, a break in Alvis's voice that made Matteo pause briefly. "He... he can't be a father," What?! Matteo furrowed looking over his shoulder.

His father continued, "Because... because of his drug use, his sperm count is too low. The doctors have lost hope. Our last hope is you, Matteo."

His elder brother was impotent, yet his father had the audacity to blame Emily and tarnish her reputation in public. What a hypocrite.

Matteo exhaled a slow, heavy breath. He had nothing to say; this, he knew, was the family's karma, catching up with them. He was done with their selfish games. He didn't want to be a part of this, a part of them. His resolve solidified as he opened the door of the study and stepped outside. He heard his father calling his name with desperation, Bruno shouting with anger, and his mother rushing to stop him, but he continued striding purposefully toward his car, where his assistant held the door open. Matteo got in without casting another glance back.

"Let's go to Alessandro's mansion," Matteo instructed as he fastened his seatbelt. His assistant nodded, starting the ignition, and the car roared to life, soaring down the road as Matteo's heart raced with excitement at the thought of seeing his beloved.This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.