Chapter 41: Chloe Is Coming To Chicago


    Chapter 41: Chloe Is Coming to Chicago


    Isabe paused, her footsteps faltering, as if she was filled with uncertainty. She turned to look at


    Pippo. In Isabe''s impression, Pippo was merely a schoolmate and someone who had been


    helpful to her and Evelyn at work. His personality was mild and cultured, making him a friend she


    could interact with, but that was it.


    But now, he seemed to see right through her, recognizing the miserable state of her life, and


    incredibly, he asked if she wanted to leave. She wished she could.


    However, thinking about Emanuele''s icy gaze and his cold-blooded demeanor, Isabe knew she


    couldn''t escape. At least for now, she hadn''t found an opportunity to flee. Furthermore, his enemies


    believed she was associated with the Lombardi family, and if they killed her, it would hurt Emanuele,


    even though she wasn''t!


    But all in all, it made Isabe feel trapped. Staying here meant being toyed with by Emanuele, but


    leaving would likely result in her being abducted by Emanuele''s enemies, who would ultimately


    torture her to death.


    "Thank you for your concern, Pippo. I''m fine. I don''t want to leave," Isabe told Pippo.


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    "But you don''t look fine," Pippo sighed. "Isabe, are you sure you don''t need my help? Trust me,


    maybe I can help you get away from those people."


    "No, Pippo. I need to rest for a while, I''m feeling tired," Isabe waved off Pippo, then turned and


    left.


    Pippo watched Isabe''s retreating figure, furrowing his brow. Why wouldn''t Isabe listen to him?


    Because of Pippo''s words, Isabe became even more agitated. She was well aware of Pippo''s


    intentions, but for now, what could she do?


    After a short rest, Isabe resumed her work. Despite being an intern, she was diligent and efficient,


    making the doctors eager to have her around.


    Evelyn couldn''t help but admire Isabe. "Isabe, you''re amazing. You''re already the princess of


    the Mafia. You don''t need to work. You have endless money every day. So, why are you working so


    hard now?"


    "I was forced into that world. Someday, I''ll break free from it. My dream is to save lives as a doctor,"


    Isabe replied. Her early years had been marked by the loss of her father, and she and her mother


    had struggled through adversity, facing mistreatment, hunger, and cold. This experience had driven


    Isabe to desire to be a doctor, to save lives and, indirectly, rescue the families of those she


    helped. She hoped to ease their hardships and prevent other children from suffering as she had.


    This determination, however, had gradually eroded since she was thrust into the world of the Mafia.


    At that moment, Isabe''s phone rang, and when she saw the text message, her face turned


    deathly pale, and her breath becamebored.


    The message was from her cousin Chloe.


    "Isabe, long time no see. I miss you. Next week, I''ll be visiting Chicago. I hope you can host me."


    Isabe, trembling, couldn''t control her hands, and even her phone fell to the ground. Chloe was


    coming, and Isabe had an extreme fear of her cousin. Even though they hadn''t seen each other in


    years, Isabe''s phobia red up at the mere mention of her name, as it did now.


    Chloe scared her more than Emanuele.


    Isabe immediately retrieved estazm from her bag, shaking as she struggled to open the bottle.


    Due to her severe trembling, the bottle slipped from her hand and scattered pills all over the floor.


    She quickly picked one up and swallowed it, desperate to calm her anxiety.


    "Isabe, are you okay?" Evelyn was startled by Isabe''s reaction. As Isabe''s good friend,


    Evelyn knew about her condition, but over the years they had been together, she had rarely


    witnessed her having an episode. Even when it happened, it had never been as terrifying as it


    appeared now.


    Just moments ago, Isabe was fine. How did she be like this after checking her phone?


    After taking the medication, which helped stabilize her emotions a bit, Isabe told Evelyn, "My


    cousin says she''sing to visit me."


    Isabe had shared a little about Chloe with Evelyn, giving her just a hint of the situation. But as


    soon as Evelyn heard about Chloe, she was filled with hatred for her.


    "That wretched woman dares toe and find you? Tell me when she''sing, and I''ll bring a


    baseball bat. Let me show her what I''m capable of!" Evelyn expressed her anger.


    Listening to Evelyn''s passionate defense of her, Isabe felt warm inside. She smiled, gripping


    Evelyn''s arm. "It''s okay. I''ll do my best to ovee it. If ites to it, I just won''t see her."


    Isabe thought that Chloe must being to meet Emanuele. Remembering how much Madelyn


    had admired Emanuele, she probably heard all about him after returning home.


    Isabe couldn''t help butugh at the thought of Chloe trying to seduce Emanuele. She felt less


    terrified because she believed that Emanuele would make Chloe regret her actions. After all, bad


    people needed even worse ones to punish them.


    Isabe tried to put this issue out of her mind. She had grown up and be independent. She


    was determined not to let Chloe affect her mood.


    After work, Isabe returned to her apartment and started preparing dinner. She made her favorite


    tomato pasta, with a few slices of bacon added for extra vor. It looked absolutely delicious. But


    just as she had ced the pasta on the table, the apartment door swung open, and Emanuele


    walked in.


    "You can cook? Not bad!" Emanuelemented, his eyes immediately drawn to the pasta on the


    table. It awakened his appetite.


    "My cooking is good," Isabe responded confidently to Emanuele''s praise.


    She was actually quite skilled at cooking. When she was younger, she used to help her uncle''s


    family cook. At first, her cooking was terrible, and Madelyn and Chloe would scold her. To avoid


    their punishment, Isabe worked hard to improve her culinary skills. Even the usually picky


    Madelyn couldn''t find fault with her cooking, and it was impable to others.


    Emanuele didn''t hesitate to sit at the dining table and move the te of pasta in front of him to start


    eating.


    "Isabe, it''s no trouble for you to make another portion for yourself," Emanuele suggested,


    enjoying the noodles.


    Isabe clenched her teeth in frustration but had no choice. She turned and headed back to the


    kitchen to prepare another serving of pasta. She even fried an egg and added two sausages this


    time, then ced it in front of Emanuele.


    Emanuele looked up at her. "This is for you," Isabe said, feeling that a big guy like him couldn''t


    possibly be full from just one serving of pasta.


    Emanuele gazed at Isabe''s youthful face, so beautiful and considerate. He smiled and said to her,


    "All right, thank you, my dear Isabe."


    Thest few words were deliberately drawn out, making it sound very ambiguous. Isabe couldn''t


    help but re at him.