Mistakenly Yours: Contract Marriage With The Billionaire-Chapter 113: I promise you, Grandpa

Chapter 113: I promise you, Grandpa
Michael and Vinni, visibly etched with anxiety, were in the living room when the butler announced the arrival of Luca and Sara. Both parents abandoned the couch instantly. They stopped short as their son walked in, Sara close behind him.
"Luca!" Vinni rushed forward, immediately spotting the dark stain of blood on Luca’s sleeve. Tears instantly brimmed in her eyes as she pulled her son into a tight hug. "Anything could have happened to you!"
"Yes, but the situation quickly came under control," Luca reassured her, giving his mother a gentle pat on the back. He pulled away slightly with a weary expression. "You are reacting far too strongly, Mom. I would like to rest now."
"Fine. Go straight to your room and take some rest," Michael interjected, offering a nod of approval. "We will talk about the details later." His gaze then shifted fully to Sara, softening with concern. "Dear, are you entirely fine? You didn’t sustain any kind of injury, did you?"
"I am fine, Father," Sara replied calmly.
Luca held Sara’s hand, and the two of them ascended the grand staircase, heading directly toward their room. As soon as they entered, Sara swiftly locked the door from the inside. Luca began removing his blood-stained shirt.
"Pass me a clean shirt, please," Luca urged, his voice heavy with fatigue.
She went quickly to the cupboard and pulled out a fresh shirt for him. "I’ll help you," she whispered, her voice laced with gentle concern. Carefully, she slid the clean fabric over his shoulders and guided his arms into the sleeves before buttoning it up the front.
"I’ll bring some warm porridge up for you. The wound must be hurting," she stated, her eyes lingering on the spot where the injury was hidden.
"No. It’s not hurting," he refused, trying to dismiss the pain.
"Don’t lie to me. You got stitches, Luca," Sara reminded him sternly but softly. "Just stay here and rest. And please, don’t use that arm too much."
Luca watched Sara remove her long coat and quietly leave the room to fetch the food. He settled back against the headboard of the bed, resting his weary head.
"Sara wasn’t supposed to see all of this," he murmured to himself, regretting that she had been exposed to the violence.
A soft knock came at the door. He glanced toward it, and before he could fully react, the door opened and his mother, Vinni, walked in.
"Sara told me she’s preparing some porridge for you," Vinni stated, her voice tight with concern as she approached the bed. "Now, tell me honestly, who was the attacker? Do you know him?"
Luca gave a short, humorless chuckle, feeling a sudden surge of aggression at the implied accusation. "Mom, what kind of question is that? Why would I know him?"
"Because you are involved in—" Vinni began with suspicion.
"The attack wasn’t meant for me, but Sara," Luca cut her off sharply. "The investigation is underway, so don’t run your mind on ridiculous things."
"Meant for Sara?" Vinni arched her brows high in genuine shock, her gaze boring into him. "Why would someone want to attack her? Do you now see how your enemies are now—"
She couldn’t finish the thought as Luca cut her off again. "Mom, please stop making up your own scenarios. And I specifically asked you to give me some space." He leaned forward slightly, his eyes holding hers. "Even if it was related to my own enemies, I will catch him soon. You and Dad don’t need to be this worried. You two are making this sound like some major national issue," he muttered in a nonchalant tone.
Vinni looked defeated, her eyes softening with motherly concern. "But you’re our only son, Luca," she stated.
Luca remained silent, looking away from his mother. He knew that if he opened his mouth again, an argument might erupt.
Vinni understood his silence. She let out a resigned sigh and quietly turned and left the room.
"Why does she have to pretend like she cares for me?" he mumbled to himself. He then closed his eyes, leaning his head back and taking a deep breath, trying to force himself to relax.
"Luca, are you asleep?" Sara’s gentle voice broke the silence, causing him to open his eyes immediately. Indeed, he had been almost asleep.
"I brought the porridge for you," she said softly, lowering the tray carefully onto the bedside table. She then took a small amount on the spoon and gently blew air over it, preparing the bite for him.
Luca leaned forward obediently and took the bite of porridge.
"Is it good?" Sara asked, watching him closely.
"Hmm," he confirmed with a nod.
Sara continued to feed him, offering slow spoonfuls until he had finished the bowl. Resting the empty bowl back on the tray, she poured a glass of water for him and handed it over. Then, reaching into the pocket of the coat she had just taken off, she pulled out an envelope containing medicine and gave him two pills.
Luca swallowed the medication with the water and allowed her to take the glass from him.
"Now, you should lay down and rest properly," Sara said gently. She adjusted the duvet, pulling it up to cover him completely, and prepared to leave, when he caught her hand.
"Stay," he urged. "You should sleep by my side."
"I will, but only after I take these items down to the kitchen," Sara replied patiently.
"Call the maid to take the tray," Luca stated, unwilling to release her.
"I’ll be back in just a minute," Sara insisted, gently pulling her hand free. She then left the room, carrying the tray containing the dishes and glass.
As promised, she was back in less than a minute. She shut the doors from inside and lowered the thick curtains over the windows, plunging the room into a peaceful, dim light. Taking off her sandals, Sara finally got into bed.
Luca gently raised the duvet for her, gesturing for her to move closer. She slid in next to him, turning to look at his profile.
"When did you learn how to fight like that?" Sara asked curiously, her voice barely a whisper against the silence of the room.
"I used to have classes for martial arts and judo from a very young age," Luca replied, keeping his face turned toward the ceiling before turning it to her.
"You lied to me back in school when I asked you if you knew how to fight," Sara said, a playful frown creasing her brow. "You fight very well. Teach me someday, too," she added quickly, "I mean, after you’ve recovered, of course."
"Really? You actually want to learn judo from me?" He turned his head slightly to confirm, a surprised amusement in his tone.
"Hmm. Who knows what kind of situation might arise in the future," Sara stated seriously. "I should be able to defend myself, at least."
"Sure, I will teach you," Luca answered, a genuine smile touching his lips.
"Good. Now, close your eyes. You are supposed to be sleeping and healing," she instructed softly.
"Hug me to sleep," Luca said, his voice dropping into a gentle plea.
"You’re not a baby," she mumbled, trying to hide a smile.
"I am. An injured baby of yours," he remarked, the exhaustion in his eyes contradicting the playful tone.
Sara moved closer to him, snuggling into his side. She laid her arm gently across his chest, her face resting near his shoulder.
"Luca," she spoke softly, her breath warm against his skin, "thank you for today. You fought without caring for your own life. But please, don’t do that ever again." She lifted her head slightly, finding his gaze already fixed intently on her.
"To protect you, I can do anything," Luca responded, his eyes filled with absolute sincerity and devotion. He then gently pressed his finger against her lips. "Now, let’s just sleep."
She lowered her gaze, feeling the weight of his promise, before shutting her eyes.
Luca, too, drifted off to sleep shortly as the effect of drug was taking over his body.
Late in the evening, as darkness fully settled outside, Luca’s sleep turned restless. His eyelids began to move rapidly as he was pulled into a vivid dream. He saw the frail and pale image of his grandfather, lying on a hospital bed. In the dream, Luca was crying, desperately holding his grandfather’s unresponsive hand.
"I promise you, Grandpa, I’ll find that man, who did this to you."
Suddenly, a concerned voice broke through the vision. "Luca! Luca!"
His eyes shot open, and he gasped, breathing heavily, his heart pounding against his ribs.
"Are you alright?" Sara asked, leaning over him, her gaze panicked. "You’re sweating too."
"I am fine. I—I was dreaming about my grandfather," he murmured, rubbing the sleep and residual fear from his eyes, trying to ground himself in the reality of their dim room.
"A dream of your grandfather?" Sara asked and supported him to sit up.
"Yes. I see him when I fell sick," Luca replied. "Don’t worry. It wasn’t anything haunting. I feel much better after the sleep. How about you?"
Sara didn’t respond and simply stared into his eyes.
’He is haunted by the death of his grandfather. What exactly happened in the past? I’ve to find out,’
she pledged to discover the thought.