The Capo’s Daughter Needs No Permission Chapter 35
That night, Marco messaged me.
*The old video wasn’t reuploaded by Ava.*
*I asked her. She says she’s willing to post a clarification.*
I replied:
*That’s her decision.*
*Don’t ask her to plead my case, and don’t go telling people how pitiful I am.*
It took Marco a long time to answer.
Then he asked, *What can I do?*
I looked at the words on the screen.
When I was eighteen, he had always been the one to decide for me where I should go, how much money I should take, and when I should be quiet.
Now, for the first time, he was asking first.
*If you’re going to say something, speak only about what you did.*
The next day, Marco reposted the unedited screen recording.
Below it, he wrote:
“The night of her surgery, I was the one who blocked fifty-eight calls from Romy.”
“I was the one who exported the chat records and gave them to her. They were real four years ago, and they’re real now.”
My mother reposted the original investigation result from the fund.
She didn’t write that it was all for family, and she didn’t ask for my forgiveness.
She only admitted:
“The claim signature was written by me. Romy never authorized it.”
My father was the last to appear.
He confirmed that the seal on the five hundred and seventy-six permission slips was his.
“I was the one who allowed this system to exist.”
“The consequences should not have been Romy’s to bear.”
Three hours later, Ava uploaded a new video.
She wasn’t wearing the soft white sweater, and she wasn’t crying.
“Four years ago, I said that screenshots could be faked.”
“That was a lie.”
“I knew Romy hadn’t gotten into the car for the French restaurant. I knew it was her calling on the night of her surgery. And I was the one who posted the link to the Gucci bag in the group chat.”
She paused.
“Elena Albright never turned anyone against their family.”
“She just went to the hospital when Romy needed family and no one else was there.”
In the comments, someone asked if the Vitale family had forced her to change her story.
Ava replied:
“No one forced me.”
“In the past, people made way for me, and I pretended not to see that the road had belonged to someone else first. Now, I am only stating the facts.”
The old, context-stripped video was still circulating.
But every time it was reposted, someone else would add the full record underneath.
The lie they had repeated for four years was finally, and publicly, withdrawn by the people who had told it.
I didn’t like Ava’s post.
I didn’t send thanks to my parents or to Marco.
Telling the truth wasn’t a gift to me.
It was, and had always been, their responsibility.