Chapter 155: Approaching Farewell
Chapter 155: Approaching Farewell
But soon, Emanuele regretted it.
Isabe had just managed to calm down a bit while chatting with Grazia, but as their conversation
continued, she broke down in tears again. Watching Isabe in profound sorrow, Emanuele had the
urge to end the call, but he resisted.
Well, let these two women vent their emotions for a while.
After what felt like an eternity, Isabe finally regained herposure. Sheforted Grazia,
saying, "Grazia, your dad is watching over you from heaven. He wouldn''t want to see you this
distressed. Stay strong and live on."
"Now that Ro treats you so well, you two can start a family sooner. That way, you''ll have an
additional anchor in your life."
Listening to Isabe''s mature tone, Emanuele couldn''t help but think she didn''t sound like a 22-
year-old girl anymore. In this moment, she seemed unusually mature.
Emanuele understood that if someone was too well-protected, they wouldn''t grow. Isabe used to
have a simple and pure life, but now, she was rapidly maturing and bing more stable.
He had admired her growth in the past, her ability to adapt to the environment was astonishing and
captivating. However, now Emanuele realized that the things he had always liked might be the very
things causing Isabe pain.
The process of forced growth meant letting go of some aspects of oneself-a painful separation.
After Isabe ended the call, Emanuele pulled her into his arms. He lowered his head and kissed
her forehead, "Isabe, everything will get better."
Isabe shook her head, "I feel terrible."
She had been hoping for things to improve, but it seemed like everything was getting worse. With
people around her passing away one by one, Isabe felt the world bing incredibly bleak.
"Isabe, I will arrange for you to go to Italy to meet Grazia."
Chicago was no longer safe, and Emanuele had decided to clean out the Sicilians in the city
immediately-leaving no potential threats behind.
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However, this decision might cost him his life.
Isabe was stunned; she had been immersed in grief, and Emanuele''s sudden words left her
feeling a bit lost. Why did he want her to go to Italy?
"I don''t want to go," Isabe immediately refused, wiping away the tears on her face, trying to
appear stronger.
"Listen, it''s only safe for you there. They won''t dare to invade Ro''s territory for now."
Emanuele could have sent Isabe to many ces, like Switzend, where entering the Saint
Sovereign Church granted sanctuary since killing was forbidden there. But Emanuele chose Italy,
where Grazia was. Isabe wouldn''t feel lonely there.
He feared that if Isabe went to Switzend alone, loneliness might keep her immersed in sorrow
at all times.
Isabe shook her head, wanting to refuse, but Emanuele had already called James in.
"James, from now on, you''ll be responsible for escorting Isabe to Italy. Tony and Harry will
apany you. Isabe, I don''t have the time to divert my attention to protect you. For your safety
and for me to fully engage in the battle, you must go to Italy."
Emanuele''s tone was cold and ruthless, leaving Isabe no room to refuse.
After instructing Isabe, Emanuele turned to make a call.
"Ro, I need your help with something."
"What''s the matter?"
"You should know by now that I''m facing some tricky situations here. My father and stepmother
have passed away... I need to fullymit to the war, and I''m worried about my wife''s safety. So, I
n to send her to you. Expected arrival within 12 hours."
"That''s not a problem, Emanuele. Grazia is also very upset right now and could use somefort.
Isabe''s presence will make her feel better."
Emanuele hung up and looked at Isabe, "Go back to your room and pack your things."
Although Isabe didn''t want to leave, she understood that Emanuele had invested too much in
protecting her. The dozen or so bodyguards around her could potentially increase Emanuele''s
chances of winning if they joined his team.
The best decision now was indeed to leave Chicago, not letting Emanuele be distracted by
protecting her.
Isabe returned to her room to pack. Despite having a lot of clothes, she decided to take only what
she needed recently, just enough for a backpack. She knew that in this situation, carrying too much
luggage would be a burden.
In the living room, Emanuele spoke to James, Tony, and Harry.
"Boss, I don''t want to go to Italy. Can''t we send someone else? I want to stay here and fight
alongside you," James said, feeling that escorting Isabe was a minor task that anyone could
handle.
"No, you must protect Isabe. She''s my wife, and I won''t allow her to get hurt."
"But..."
James wanted to say more, but when he met Emanuele''s icy gaze, he stopped arguing. He knew
that once Emanuele made a decision, there was no room for negotiation.
However, he couldn''t help but feel regret. He wanted revenge and to eliminate those responsible for
his brothers'' deaths. They were more than just friends; they were brothers who had apanied
him for many years. Now, one by one, they were gone.
The desire for revenge made his blood boil. Yet, at this crucial moment, Emanuele ordered him to
send his wife away from Chicago. There was no choice; as important as revenge was, his wife''s life
was equally important.
James stopped dwelling on it and immediately went to arrange the operational details.
Emanuele entered the bedroom and watched Isabe packing. She didn''t seem to have much to
take; just one backpack was enough. Emanuele slipped a credit card into Isabe''s backpack. "Buy
whatever you need when the timees."
Isabe looked at Emanuele, her eyes still red, showing deep sadness. "Do I really have to go? I''m
worried about you."
However, Emanuele''s gaze seemed cruel. "You must go, Isabe. As soon as James returns, you''ll
take a ne and leave."
Looking at the man in front of her, still as charming as ever, Isabe couldn''t help reaching out and
stroking Emanuele''s face, as if trying to imprint this man into her life. Despite hating him, despising
him, and even wanting to kill him in the past, she had fallen deeply in love with him. Even though he
considered their rtionship just a game, Isabe genuinely liked him.
But now, Emanuele was pushing her away. He wanted her to leave, to go to a safe ce while he
faced the war alone. Their parents had sacrificed in this struggle, and Emanuele, as powerful as he
was, hadn''t found the enemy yet, indicating a formidable adversary.
She didn''t know if this would be their final farewell. Isabe reached out and hugged Emanuele,
tightly encircling his neck, pressing her face against his chest. At this moment, there were too many
words she wanted to say. However, when she tried to speak, the words seemed stuck, no matter
how hard she tried, they wouldn''te out.