Chapter 73: She Fell Ill
Chapter 73: She Fell Ill
In Emanuele''s view, the most crucial thing right now was to ensure everyone''s safety. As for
emotions, mental well-being, and other concerns, Emanuele admitted that he didn''t have the time to
think about them. Isabe''s current emotional state, no matter how heartbroken she might be, felt
unimportant to him. Compared to her safety, everything else had to be put on the backburner.
Lilly could hardly believe these cold-hearted words wereing from Emanuele. It made her
wonder if she had ever truly understood him. She used to think Emanuele was warm and polite to
their staff, including the cooks and servants. But now, seeing how he treated Isabe, she finally
understood why Isabe was heartbroken.
Isabe fancied Emanuele, yet he responded with such indifference. How could she not be
heartbroken?
Lilly had no choice but to end her call with Emanuele and turned back to look at the closed door.
She didn''t know how to break the unfortunate news to Isabe. She was already quite heartbroken,
and if she learned that rk wasing over to live with her in advance, even just to stay together,
she couldn''t imagine how desperate Isabe would be. But, she would eventually find out.
Lilly sighed and decided to return to the kitchen. Tonight, she nned to make Isabe''s favorite
dinner: tomato and bacon pasta, grilled sausages, and freshly squeezed orange juice, hoping that
these delicious dishes might lift Isabe''s spirits.
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In the evening, Lilly prepared everything and knocked on Isabe''s door, inviting her to dinner. After
a while, Isabe opened the door.
She was wearing a pale pink silk pajama set, looking tired. Her eyes, once bright andrge, had lost
their luster. Over the past few days, it seemed like she had lost a lot of weight, and her pajamas
now hung loosely on her.
Lilly felt pity for this young girl. She hugged Isabe gently. "Isabe, you''ve been in your room all
day. Don''t stay cooped up. Come out and have dinner."
Isabe followed Lilly to the dining table. She looked at the carefully prepared meal. These were her
favorite dishes, and if it were any other time, she would have been delighted and eager to eat.
But now...
Isabe looked at Lilly and said, "Lilly, thank you for preparing this dinner for me." She had no
appetite, though, feeling like her stomach was churning. She tried to eat a little more, not wanting to
disappoint Lilly, but eventually, she couldn''t force it any longer.
Lilly felt deeply for Isabe. "Isabe, you''ll get sick if you keep this up."
"I''m fine," Isabe replied. She got up from her seat and headed to her bedroom.
For some reason, her stomach felt really ufortable. She wasn''t sure if it was from overeating or
some other reason, but she couldn''t help but rush to the bathroom and vomit.
Isabe ended up throwing up everything she had eaten today, including bile. Afterward, she felt a
bit relieved.
But simultaneously, her body felt incredibly cold, like being in a refrigerator. Goosebumps covered
her skin.
Isabe''s consciousness grew hazy, and shey down on her bed, thinking that perhaps a good
night''s sleep would help her feel better.
In her half-asleep state, Isabe heard Lilly''s anxious voice, "Yes, Isabe is sick. She seems to
have a fever; her forehead is burning hot, and I''m really worried about her."
Isabe briefly woke up but quickly drifted back to sleep.
When she woke up again, she saw Emanuele.
Isabe blinked, thinking she must be mistaken. She tried to open her eyes wider and indeed saw
the tall figure and handsome face of a man.
He sat in a chair by her bedside.
Their eyes met, and Isabe felt tears welling up again, but she managed to hold them back. Her
voice sounded hoarse, even her efforts to speak made it as small as a mosquito''s buzz. She felt
terribly weak.
"Emanuele, why are you here?" Isabe croaked, hershes trembling.
Hearing Isabe''s question, Emanuele couldn''t help but feel a mix of worry and anger. "A few days
apart, and you let yourself get into this state?" He gritted his teeth, trying to restrain himself. He
didn''t want tosh out at Isabe.
God! He rushed here upon hearing that Isabe was sick, and when he saw her in such a fragile
state, his concern and anger surged up instantly. He couldn''t fathom how Isabe had ended up like
this in just a few days. The Isabe he knew was vibrant and tenacious, never shying away from a
challenge.
But the Isabe before him now was pale, emaciated, and lying in bed, looking as if she could slip
away at any moment.
He couldn''t understand how she''d transformed in such a short time.
Isabe''s eyshes trembled slightly when she heard Emanuele''s words. A cold smile graced her
lips, thinking he didn''t care.
She turned her head away from Emanuele. "It doesn''t matter, whatever state I''m in is my business,
and it has nothing to do with you."
When Emanuele had coldly told her she would marry rk, stating that she was just one of many
women he had, Isabe swore to herself that she wouldn''t forgive him. Even though she had
feelings for him, she was a girl with pride and self-respect. She wouldn''t be easily swayed.
She was a girl with high pride and self-respect. Otherwise, she would have agreed to marry rk a
long time ago. rk was quite the catch; every girl wanted to marry him. However, no matter what
anyone said, she couldn''t be swayed.
Emanuele chuckled upon hearing Isabe''s words. She had managed to irritate him even in her
weakened state. "Isabe, could you not provoke me at a time like this? I don''t want to upset you
while you''re ill," he warned.
He had been mistaken to assume that Isabe had be powerless and fragile. Even with just
one breath left, she had the power to get under his skin.
If he could, he would love to torment her the way he had that one night, leaving her with both pain
and pleasure, making her submit to him.
Isabe turned to face Emanuele, challenging him. "Then why do you think you can make me marry
rk? I don''t want to marry him. You''ve never respected me, so why should I respect you?"
The tension between them grew thicker. Emanuele clenched his teeth, trying to avoid strangling her
out of anger.
"Regardless, Isabe, you will marry rk. Tomorrow, he wille here, and I hope you two can
get along. Don''t make me worry anymore," Emanuele said as he stood up. He didn''t look at
Isabe''s changing expression; he didn''t want to soften his resolve.
Isabe''s eyes widened. She hadn''t expected rk to move in with her so soon. Was Emanuele
doing this to help her adapt to living together?
No, she couldn''t do it!
"No, Emanuele, you can''t do this to me!" Isabe''sposure broke, and she couldn''t help but cry.
Her breath was constricted, and she felt choked.
But Emanuele ignored her distress, turned, and left, closing the door behind him.