Luka crushes the letter in his fist, then stops. A new truth pierces him: the feud with the Italians, the ban on digging, the family’s obsession with the east slope—it was never about treasure. It was about shame.
Mia reads aloud:
"My name is Matteo Emilio Rossi. Emilio was my father. I’ve come to claim what’s mine."
(coldly) "I told you to stay away from the eastern slope. My father’s will forbids digging here."
Tears stream down Luka’s face. For the first time, his cold mask cracks. He looks at Mia not as an intruder, but as the only person who has ever shown him the truth.
Luka crushes the letter in his fist, then stops. A new truth pierces him: the feud with the Italians, the ban on digging, the family’s obsession with the east slope—it was never about treasure. It was about shame.
Mia reads aloud:
"My name is Matteo Emilio Rossi. Emilio was my father. I’ve come to claim what’s mine."
(coldly) "I told you to stay away from the eastern slope. My father’s will forbids digging here."
Tears stream down Luka’s face. For the first time, his cold mask cracks. He looks at Mia not as an intruder, but as the only person who has ever shown him the truth.