Arturo didn’t come back for ten day

Arturo didn’t come back for ten days. When he did, Isla didn’t even know he’d shown up for several hours.
She had no idea he’d walked into the mansion until Martina had said as much with a smile on her face while she poured Isla a mango juice to go with her breakfast.
“He’s back?”
Martina nodded. “Late last night. Or early this morning, I suppose. Mr. Calendri and his brothers walked through the doors and went to their respective rooms. We’ve been given strict instructions not to disturb them. I hope you don’t mind waiting a little longer for Mr. Calendri’s company. He’s usually a better host than this.”
“I don’t think his guests have a habit of staying for several weeks,” Isla said, and then smiled at the older woman. “Besides, you make things fun here, too.”
Martina’s cheeks actually darkened a little, her expression softening ever so slightly. Maybe she just wasn’t used to receiving compliments like that.
Isla didn’t want to embarrass the woman, so she continued on. “Besides, now that he’s back, I might be able to finally give my dad a date for the dinner I’m supposed to have with him. If Arturo is finished with… what he was working on.”
It felt strange to actually call it what it was, and Isla couldn’t do it. The fact that Arturo was back here probably meant he felt things were safe enough for him to take a break, but she wanted to be sure.
Martina nodded, a smile on her face that could only be described as proud, the sort of smile a mother would reserve for her children. “Mr. Calendri is confident in his father’s place in the world. These things do tend to happen from time to time, however, and they require a lot of Arturo’s attention, as well as the attention of his brothers. That you had the idea to send their pillows and sleeping clothes to the office was a good one. I’m sure it allowed them to work well for all the hours they had to stay.”
Isla blushed at the compliment. “Oh. What about Sebastian?” Isla had noticed he certainly hadn’t been in that office during any of those times when she had gone to drop off their food.
“Ah, Sebastian is… how shall I say… not difficult, but he does not always think of himself as Arturo’s brother, or even a Calendri man.”
“Because he was raised by different people?”
Martina nodded. “Yes. His parents, his mother and the man who adopted him, were killed in a terrible accident when he was nearly fully grown. He had no knowledge that he was a Calendri until then. Vincenzio Calendri took Sebastian from the hospital that day with the promise of providing a home. I remember him then, so… different. He was nearly fully grown by then, but he seemed small, a mouse even after the deaths of his parents, afraid of the world he found himself in, and nothing like the angry lion he can be now.” Martina was quiet a moment. “He became that man in this house.”
“But why does he hate Arturo and his other brothers so much?”
Martina pressed her lips together, silent for only a moment while she thought. “Perhaps he sees them as being responsible in some way? When Vincenzio took him, he made the promise to see to the burial of his parents. Sebastian was unaware that he would not be able to attend the funeral. He did not know it had happened until days later.”
Isla’s heart clenched. She actually flinched at the news. “That’s really terrible.”
Martina nodded. “Sebastian might believe that Arturo knew of this, but of course, he didn’t, and neither did Orlando and Silvio. He certainly believes that I knew of it, considering my position on staff at the time and now, but I did not know of it then either. Had I known, I would have told him and prepared a car to take him.”
“I believe you.”
Martina’s gaze was something sad but grateful. “It is not you who I must ask forgiveness from. There was… another incident, but that’s not for me to discuss.”
Of course, that got Isla’s curiosity booming even more, but considering how Martina looked now, she didn’t dare ask what the incident had been. She could’ve been talking about the murder for all Isla knew. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”
Martina shook her head. “I should not even be speaking of this with you. It’s a private matter between Mr. Calendri and his family.”
“Right, sorry. I didn’t mean to pry,” Isla said quickly.
She knew better than to take offense. She wasn’t part of the family, after all. Not even a friend. Not yet, at any rate, and even then it still wouldn’t be any of her business.
She was just kind of… falling into all of this.
“I was not blaming you for speaking to me, but it is unprofessional for me to be speaking like this to you,” Martina said, looking very disappointed with herself.
Isla smiled. “I might have that effect on people. I always talked like a regular person to Peggy. You can blame it on that.”
Martina returned her smile, though it was softer, somewhat guarded. “Is there something else I can get for you, Miss King?”
“No, I’m good… thanks.”