Isabella, the pregnant woman of the mafia boss

"You... you remind me of someone," he murmured, his gloved hand trembling as he reached out, then hesitated. The wind ruffled his furry hat, revealing a glimpse of his downy eyes. "Tell me, child—do you believe in ghosts? Or do they just... haunt?" Her pearl necklace glinted in the streetlight as she approached, the scent of winter roses clinging to her fur coat.

I can't believe that this incident will happen. The little princess is back.