Chapter 128 The Good Bad Doctor

• The dining table was small but cozy, its wooden surface adorned with plates of steaming pasta and a basket of freshly baked bread. The air smelled of Nonna’s signature tomato sauce, rich and aromatic, mixed with the faint sweetness of basil. The atmosphere in the room was warm, despite the tension lingering beneath the surface.
• Angel sat across from Doctor Jamal, her eyes darting nervously to him as he twirled the pasta on his fork with practiced ease. His presence dominated the room even as he ate in silence, his sharp gaze flicking occasionally between Angel and Amanda. Nonna sat at the head of the table, beaming with pride as she watched her guest savor her cooking.
• “You like it?” Nonna asked, her voice tinged with hope.