CHAPTER FIVE HUNDRED AND FORTY SEVEN – DEATH OF THE DON

Jasmine watched as Marco's expression shifted from joy to confusion, then to shock and finally, grief. The color drained from his face as he listened intently. "Marco? What's wrong?" Jasmine asked, her heart racing. Marco lowered the phone, his eyes wide with disbelief. "It's... it's my father. He's dead." Jasmine gasped, covering her mouth. "Oh, Marco... I'm so sorry." Marco seemed to be in a daze, struggling to process the news. "We need to go. Now." As they rushed to change their flight arrangements, Jasmine's mind raced with questions and concerns. How had Don Cesaro died? What would this mean for the Cesaro family? For Marco? During the frantic cab ride to the airport, Marco sat in silence, his jaw clenched tightly. Jasmine reached over and took his hand. "Marco, talk to me. What happened?" He shook his head, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know all the details. Mom was... she was hysterical. All I know is that he was found in his study. They think it was a hear