Chapter 59: Joyous Because Of Isabe


    Chapter 59: Joyous Because of Isabe


    It was indeed a conundrum, one that left Isabe feeling trapped in sorrow and helpless


    atmosphere. She knew that having two bodyguards apanying her was unusual for a doctor.


    She also wished for a life where she could live like a regr person, but that was no longer


    possible. Without her bodyguards, she''d be at risk of capture, dismemberment, rape, and a cruel


    death. She couldn''t ept such a gruesome fate.


    Yet, having bodyguards made her stand out among regr people. She was an anomaly among


    them.


    "Isabe, who are you involved with that you need such extensive security? If it''s rk Campbell, I


    think you wouldn''t be threatened by his enemies in Chicago," Pippo inquired.


    "Why do you say that?" Isabe was immediately curious. Pippo seemed to be well-versed in this


    area, and she, someone deeply involved with the Mafia, didn''t seem to know as much as he did.


    Pippo shook his head. "I just think, generally, the Mafia''s enemies tend to stay within their territory.


    Considering how far we are from Canada, his enemies wouldn''t venture this far to assassinate you."


    Isabe found Pippo''s reasoning valid. However, she didn''t want to share too much information with


    Pippo. They were ordinary people, and knowing about her issue would serve no purpose. The fewer


    people who knew about her affiliation with the Mafia, especially her colleagues, the better. They


    were doctors focused on saving lives, a world apart from ruthless Mafia members. Knowing she


    was part of a Mafia family might change how they perceived her.


    Just then, she felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked up to find Emanuele.


    Emanuele''s face was heavy, and he directed his gaze at Isabe. "Dining with a friend?"


    Isabe nodded, slightly surprised. "Why are you here?"


    Emanuele, typically a busy person, showing up like this was unexpected.


    "Get up, there''s something I need to discuss with you," Emanuele said.


    He then turned his pale brown eyes to Pippo. His gaze was cold, sharp, and his expression


    resembled ice, as if he could freeze someone at any moment.


    At this moment, he was assessing Pippo, who paused and then greeted Emanuele. "Hello, may I


    ask who you are in rtion to Isabe?"


    "Family," Isabe replied immediately. "Sorry, Pippo, my brother hase to find me with an urgent


    matter. I have to leave with him."


    "That''s okay," Pippo said, showing understanding.


    Isabe stood up, and she turned to Emanuele. "Let''s go."


    She didn''t want Pippo to interact too much with Emanuele, fearing it would expose her current


    situation. The fewer people who knew she had ties to the Mafia, especially her colleagues, the


    better. They were all doctors dedicated to saving lives,pletely different from the Mafia, who


    showed no regard for human life. And her association with the Mafia could alter their perceptions of


    her.


    Pippo watched as Isabe and Emanuele left, a cruel smile ying on the lips.


    Outside the restaurant, once they were in the car, Isabe asked, "What''s going on? Why did you


    come to find me so urgently?"


    "Your mother called you for dinner tonight, but you went out to eat?" Emanuele said, his expression


    unpleased.


    Thinking about it, Isabe was equally annoyed. She had arranged to meet Pippo today to use it as


    an excuse for not going home. Chloe was leaving in a couple of days, and she intended to grit her


    teeth and endure it. She never expected that her absence at dinner would lead Emanuele to


    personallye and take her back.


    "I made ns to meet a colleague to discuss the possibility of working at the hospital after I


    graduate."


    Isabe''s determination to secure a future surprised Emanuele, who looked at her with a hint of


    amazement.


    However, he still wanted to tell Isabe a cruel reality: "Isabe, after you graduate, you''ll have to


    get married. You''ll live with rk in Canada. How can you stay here as a doctor? In the future, you''ll


    be the wife of the Canadian boss, a queen in a high position. Your job will be to serve rk and


    manage his subordinates. Do you understand?"


    During this period, rk was not in Chicago, and Emanuele had not mentioned him. She had tried


    to n her future despite not knowing where rk was. But now, Emanuele brought up this matter,


    and Isabe suddenly realized that her dreams seemed to be slipping away.


    She had always wanted to be a doctor and help others, but Emanuele now cruelly told her that she


    could never be a doctor in her lifetime. It was like a death sentence for her future.


    Emanuele gazed at Isabe. He watched as her face filled with pain, struggle, and despair, as if her


    light were slowly fading away.


    Her suffering and despair seemed to be his stimnt. "Isabe, don''t meet with your colleague


    privately in the future," Emanuele added. Somehow, hearing that Isabe had met with Pippo in the


    restaurant from Tony made him particrly unhappy. He had put aside his work to check the


    situation.


    "We didn''t have a date; I was just asking about my job," Isabe defended herself.


    "Regardless, Isabe, I don''t want you to meet him alone in the future," Emanuele said impatiently.


    It was as if Isabe''s rebuttal had annoyed him. His tone suggested that arguing further could lead


    to him saying something threatening, like wanting to kill her.


    Isabe had learned to avoid risks in advance. But soon, she found that Emanuele was taking her


    back to the Lombard mansion.


    She started to panic. "Emanuele, I don''t want toe here. Can you let me out? I can go shopping


    or hang out with my friends."


    She simply didn''t want toe here. Being near the mansion made Emanuele nervous. His heart


    raced, his muscles tensed, and his breathing slowed down.


    Emanuele stared at Isabe and seemed to be carefully observing her reaction. She appeared to be


    genuinely afraid of her cousin. What was the reason for this? He had heard Sophia say that the two


    sisters had a good rtionship. But now, Isabe was strongly resisting seeing Chloe.


    As they neared Chloe''s house, Isabe''s face grew paler, as if she might faint at any moment. "Are


    you really this afraid of Chloe?" Emanuele furrowed his brow, puzzled by Isabe''s reaction.


    "No, I''m not afraid. I just thought that since you had kicked her outst time, she would be angry if I


    went to her now. My mom would scold me for that," Isabe replied, trying to sound strong. She


    couldn''t let Emanuele see that there was something wrong.


    Isabe was concerned that if Emanuele sensed something was amiss, he might torture her,


    something she might not be able to endure.


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    Seeing Isabe like this, Emanuele didn''t say anything further. He watched the car approach the


    mansion, and Isabe felt a sense of despair. But just before they reached the house, Emanuele


    directed the driver to change course, steering them away from the mansion.


    Isabe hadn''t expected Emanuele to listen to her. She turned to look at him, her eyes no longer


    filled with indifference or annoyance but rather a hint of surprise and gratitude.


    The fact that Emanuele was delighted because of her happiness was a surprise. However, his


    happiness quickly turned into anger, and he couldn''t help but wonder if he was going insane. After


    all, he was a Mafia boss who could control life and death at will, yet he was now feeling ted


    because Isabe looked happy? Was he losing his mind?