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."

wasting another moment, the two men strode purposefully into the Commissariat de Police,

had just tucked her infant daughter into bed, while Gia and Maximo were occupied watching television in their room after dinner when Alessandro

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

is Hazel?" Aria asked anxiously,

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 Alexander,

go?" Camille asked, her voice

at her parents' home at her

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

sighed deeply, her sadness evident in the way her shoulders sagged. Disappointment weighed heavily on her heart as she reflected on her son's behavior toward his

them as dispensable, and seeking comfort in the arms of other women whenever

her father, her heart sinking

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

bear it anymore,"

her

funded all our businesses in exchange for this marriage. If

her father's 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.