Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

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."

purposefully into the Commissariat de Police, their determined steps echoing in the

and Maximo were occupied watching television in their

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

is Hazel?" Aria asked anxiously, her worry evident

"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."

her voice tinged with guilt, her

at her parents' home at

expression unreadable. He didn't offer an explanation, nor

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

to neglecting their wives, treating them as dispensable, and seeking comfort

miserable state before her father, 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 he

Father, I can't bear it anymore," Hazel

care," her father cut her

He has funded all our businesses in exchange for this marriage. If you try to jeopardize this arrangement..." His voice dropped to a menacing growl as he leaned closer, his teeth gritted with hatred. "I will kill you myself,

mother, desperate for even the slightest glimmer of compassion, but her mother refused to meet her gaze. Her expression was