The original birth certificates of the twins were inside it.

Those papers proved that Dominic had legally named the twins as his sole heirs, with a trusted trustee appointed to manage the estate.

And that trustee was not Leo.

“What are you looking at?” Leo demanded, his eyes following my gaze.

“Nothing,” I said, straightening up. “He needs water.”

“He doesn’t need water,” Leo said, walking over and grabbing my arm. “He needs to sign.”

He pulled me away from the chair, his grip tight enough to bruise my skin.

Silvio watched us, his eyes shifting from Leo’s hand on my arm to the leather bag on the floor.

“You’re very tense, Leo,” Silvio said.

“I am trying to run an empire while my brother sits there dying,” Leo spat.

“Your brother is the boss,” Gianni said, speaking for the first time.

“Not for long,” Leo retorted, his temper finally showing through his calm facade.

He let go of my arm and picked up the pen himself.

“If the nurse won’t sign as a witness, you will, Silvio,” Leo said, holding the pen out.