The wrong Woman novel by Ginny Not Genie novel Chapter 856

After suppressing his feelings for so many years, Elio found himself lacking the courage to touch Candice's face. He mocked himself inwardly. What a coward he was.

But he couldn't wait any longer. He had no more time to waste.

Standing up, he entered the bedroom and retrieved a plush blanket, gently draping it over Candice before retreating to his own room.

By the nightstand, he removed his watch and loosened his tie. At that instant, his phone rang. Glancing at the caller ID, he saw it was Michaela calling.

Due to the time difference, it was midnight here but noon back in Norvania. He shed his tie and blazer before answering the call.

His voice was low and hoarse. "Mom, what's going on?"

From the other end, Michaela's furious voice erupted. "Elio, have you lost your mind? Why did you take Candice out of the country? What are you trying to do? You rascal, you promised me you'd manage the overseas company for ten years before coming back!"

Elio remained silent.

Michaela continued, "You lost it when you found out Candice joined our company, didn't you? You couldn't even last two years!"

Elio's tone was cold and detached. "I returned under the condition that we made a deal."

"You agreed to follow one condition without question. I announced your engagement to Josie at the banquet, so you must marry her and be loyal to her," scolded Michaela.

"The Morrison family adores Candice. If you harm her even a little, they won't let you off!"

"Are you done?" Elio asked, his indifference palpable.

"Elio, if Nathan finds out you've hurt his beloved niece, he won't spare you."

Elio's eyes turned red as he growled, "Candice is mine! Let him kill me then."

With that, he hung up the phone.

Elio released the phone and clutched the balcony railing, his head bowed in agony as he closed his eyes and took deep breaths.

His body trembled with the effort to remain upright, his knuckles white with the force of his grip, veins bulging as the heartache overwhelmed him.

His childhood memories, save for those involving Candice, were nothing but a tapestry of sorrow, loneliness, misery, and isolation.