Chapter 297 Where She Belongs

"Matteo, handle it urgently," Alessandro demanded, pacing outside the Commissariat de Police as he spoke on the phone with his lawyer friend. "I can't let Hazel stay in jail."

"Give me a moment, Alessandro," Matteo replied calmly. "I'll see what I can arrange in Monaco to get immediate help."

The call ended, and Alessandro exhaled heavily, slipping his phone back into his coat pocket. Impatience gnawed at him as he thought about Hazel. She was six months pregnant, and he had promised Aria that he would ensure her safety at any cost. "Mr. Valentino?" a voice interrupted his thoughts.

Alessandro turned to see a man in a sharp black suit approaching him with an air of authority.

"Good evening," the man began. "I'm Victor Duval. I've been instructed by Lord Alexander to secure his wife's release."

Alessandro was slightly taken aback; he hadn't expected Alexander to send his lawyer to aid Hazel, especially after witnessing his cold indifference toward his wife earlier.

"Mr. Duval," Alessandro greeted, shaking the man's hand firmly, but his gaze remained sharp as he studied Victor. "You have the necessary paperwork?!"

Victor nodded confidently. "Everything is in order. I'll ensure the process is handled as swiftly as possible."

Alessandro gave a curt nod. "Good. Let's get this done. Hazel doesn't belong in there."

two men strode purposefully into the Commissariat de Police, their determined

had just tucked her infant daughter into bed, while Gia and Maximo were occupied watching television

Camille hurried to greet him, their faces filled with anticipation. But their excitement

is Hazel?" Aria asked anxiously, her worry evident in her

hoping to ease Aria's concern. "Hazel is fine. She's been released on bail," he assured her. Then, his tone hardened slightly as he added, "But she refused to return home, and I couldn't force her." His sharp glare shifted toward

where did she go?" Camille asked, her voice tinged with guilt, her face

parents' home at her insistence," Alessandro

expression unreadable. He didn't offer an explanation, nor did he acknowledge the

heavily on her heart as she reflected on her son's behavior toward his wife. Perhaps it runs in their blood,

wealthy families have always been accustomed to neglecting their wives, treating them as dispensable, and seeking comfort in the

before her father, her heart sinking as

did you come here?" her father barked, his voice sharp with irritation. Hazel had just poured her heart out, explaining how her husband's mistress had framed her with false accusations and sent her to jail. Yet, her father remained unmoved, his expression indifferent. "This is not your home anymore, Hazel," he snapped. "Go back to your husband and do as

anymore," Hazel pleaded, her

her father cut her

cannot afford to go against Lord Alexander. Do you understand? He has funded all our businesses in exchange for this marriage. If you try to jeopardize this arrangement..." His voice

cold words piercing through her like ice. She turned to her mother, desperate for even the slightest glimmer of compassion, but her mother refused to meet her gaze. Her expression was as distant and unfeeling as her father's, and Hazel's heart sank

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