The miraculous medical progress quickly drew the unwanted attention of Matteo’s younger brother Vittorio Sartori who served as the ambitious vice chairman of their global enterprise. Vittorio arrived at our plush guest suite accompanied by serious security guards to mock the situation and dismiss his brother’s recovery as a mere muscular reflex. He arrogantly explained that he was finalizing the legal transfer of executive voting authority that coming Friday and deeply resented anyone giving his grieving mother false hope. His cold eyes and subtle threats made it terrifyingly clear that any further medical improvements would ruin his carefully laid plans to seize complete control of the family business. I held Poppy tightly against my shoulder as he essentially warned us to stay away from the medical equipment lest a tragic accident occur. After he swept out of our room Rosalind silently appeared in the doorway and firmly instructed me to bring Poppy back upstairs that very night using the hidden service stairs. She had already changed the locks on the medical suite to protect her vulnerable son from any foul play. She fully understood that Vittorio posed a massive danger and we needed to continue the musical therapy in absolute secrecy.
