The Mafia Prince And His Reincarnated Nemesis-Chapter 199: Back To Square One!

The room was quiet. The only sounds were the gentle buzzing of hospital machines and the rhythmic beeping of Eduardo’s heart monitor, creating a strange sort of atmosphere.

Marcello hadn’t budged from the chair for hours. His back had started to stiffen, and his shoulders were tight, but he paid no mind. His gaze was fixed on the man lying in the bed.

Eduardo... Or maybe, Carlo.

But now it felt wrong.

He was already unconscious after the doctors ran a few tests on him.

"His memory would return,"

"He just needs a lot of rest,"

"The drug injected in him has affected him mentally,"

Those were what they kept telling him, but why... He felt so hurt when he was called a traitor.

Only Carlo knew about it, yet Eduardo said so as if he were Carlo.

’Did Carlo possess his body or something? Things like that only happen in fiction,’

"Uhm... Can you come out for a second?" Maya asked him. He looked back at Eduardo.

"Someone has to keep an eye on him,"

"It won’t take much of your time," she responded. He sighed and followed her outside. Before stepping out of the room, he looked back at the bed before leaving.

Marcello was taken to a lounge where the others were waiting. Everyone.

Marcello found a place to sit, but Maya remained standing. She had a worried look on her face like she was about to share some bad news.

"Why have you called us here, dear?" Antonio asked.

"I don’t know if I should be the one saying this but..." She paused, fidgeting. She had given it a long thought, but revealing the truth was what she had in mind.

"Is there a problem with Eduardo? It’s related to him, right?" Marcello asked.

"Yes. You see... A few days ago before the vacation..."

She went ahead to reveal everything to them.

About the real Carlo dying by Marcello’s hand and finding himself in Eduardo’s body. However, Eduardo was already dead. He was stabbed with a poisoned knife while trying to protect Nadia.

Luca heard that and shot his eyes wide open. He remembered when that happened. Since Eduardo was a slave and also Nadia’s bodyguard, he was tasked with keeping her safe.

Eduardo would do whatever Nadia said and follow her around like a lost puppy, but after the incident where he tried to save his life, he noticed that she had changed.

He no longer acted like a lover boy or a slave. He was refined. Like someone who was trying to get used to life. He noticed it, but since he didn’t care about Eduardo the slave, he let it be. Also, he hated Eduardo for already glueing himself to his sister.

Maya continued the story. Eduardo, after realising where he was and the situation he was in, used the opportunity to get Nadia and Marcello to get married just so he could get revenge on Marcello, but things didn’t go as planned.

He chose to become Eduardo, abandoning his life as Carlo and also forgiving Marcello. He also wanted to reveal the fact that he wasn’t Eduardo when he found his real family, but the real Eduardo told him not to. He had left his life as Eduardo to him. So, Carlo already accepted it.

He was still finding it hard to forgive his father for how he treated his sister and also his mother.

Antonio stood there like his whole world cake crumbling down. The bottle of water in his hand slipped and poured all over the marble tiles.

"I’m sorry, I’m the one telling you this. Eduardo was going to reveal everything after the vacation, but he has lost his memory," Maya closed her eyes, bursting into tears.

"Eduardo is... dead? My son..." Antonio grumbled as he grabbed his chest. The son he thought he had saved was dead all along.

Just as many thoughts were rushing into his head, he slumped onto the ground, lying unconscious.

Hurriedly, David called the doctor and he was rushed to another room.

"This is... crazy," Maria said.

"So Carlo has been alive," Nikolai said, rubbing his chin.

Marcello sprung up immediately, rushing back to Eduardo’s room. The others followed him, thinking he was going to do something crazy. He was awake, seated on the bed.

He was staring at the needle inserted into his hand and also, the bandages wrapped around his body.

When he heard footsteps and looked towards the door, he frowned.

"You’re still here," he said to Marcello.

"Carlo..."

"I don’t want to hear a word from you. This... This isn’t my body, is it? What did you do to me?" He yelled in Italian.

"I’m sorry," Marcello whispered as he walked towards him.

"Sorry? Sorry for killing my parents and siblings in front of me? Sorry for what? Marcy?" He yelled, in Italian.

He turned his head, looking at the strange faces behind him. He could only recognise Nikolai. He didn’t know the others.

However, every five minutes, he groaned in frustration as images flashed across his head.

Images of him... And... The monster that killed his whole family.

"I’m sorry, Carlo,"

Marcello touched his hand, still apologising. Carlo for some reason, didn’t want to take his hand away. He didn’t want to push Marcello away or kill him. He was furious, but... he couldn’t feel the anger he had for Marcello for killing everyone.

"I’ll do anything for you to forgive me,"

"Bring them back. If you do, I’ll forgive you and forget any of this happened," he said.

Marcello froze, not knowing what to say. He couldn’t go to the past or bring anyone back from the dead.

He just grabbed his chest, with his head lowered.

"If you’re not going to say anything... leave!" He said, finally slipping his hand from Marcello’s soft grip.

Marcello stood up, not ready to leave.

Again, Eduardo grabbed his head as a glimpse of his memories flashed through his head. He groaned in pain.

When Marcello tried to help him, he yelled again.

"I SAID LEAVE! ALL OF YOU! GET OUT!"

.

After that, they all left. He was left to deal with the pain in his head alone. Every now and then, he saw flashes of what he didn’t experience when he was Carlo.

"Are these the owner’s memories? Or... Is it mine?"

He grumbled.

After hours of check-ups and tests, the results finally came out. Eduardo has indeed lost his memory. But, the good news was that he was already seeing them.

"It’ll be difficult to get rid of the toxins in his body since we have no idea what the content of the drug was. However, his body can detox itself, so the more toxins that are detoxed, the more his memories return,"

The doctor announced to them in the huge lounge.

"The patient is safe. He may be discharged,"

He concluded and left.

Immediately he left, the first person to stand was Antonio. He walked towards the door and Marcello stopped him.

"Where are you headed?"

"To see my son,"

"You heard who he is,"

"I don’t care if he’s Carlo or whatever, he’s my son," he said, shoved Marcello aside and burst out of the lounge.

He showed up in Eduardo’s room and saw him changing out of his hospital dress.

"Eduardo," he called and Carlo turned to look at him.

"You... You must be this body’s father," he said, buttoning his shirt.

"Yes, I’m your father," Antonio said, with a smile.

Eduardo furrowed his brows.

"I’m not your son, sir. I would do anything to give your son back to you but, I’m afraid, I can’t,"

"Three years," he said.

"Huh?" Eduardo asked.

"I’ll give you three years to decide who you wish to live as. Carlo Morano or Eduardo Ivanov. I won’t force you to make any decisions. Anything you decide after that period... Go ahead and do it. You’re my son no matter who you are," Antonio said and stepped forward, wrapping his hands around Eduardo.

"Forgive this old man for being a bad father. I was unable to protect you, son. But now, I won’t let you go," he grumbled.

Eduardo didn’t know what he was talking about, but he didn’t push Antonio away.

After all, he had seen memories of him playing with the real Eduardo when he was a child.

’I don’t care whose body this is, but I’m going to get my revenge on that bastard for ruining my family,’