“Isabe, do you want to die? How dare you talk to me like that!” Chloe approached Isabe, viciously gripping Isabe’s arm. She squeezed hard, as if she wanted to tear the flesh from Isabe’s arm.


    Isabe immediately pushed Chloe away. It just so happened that Chloe wanted to settle the score with her, so Isabe was ready to face Chloe head-on. However, she hadn’t expected Chloe to be so audacious, daring to harm her in this ce. She probably assumed that, like thest time, Emanuele wouldn’t teach her a lesson and thought she could do whatever she pleased without consequences.


    Chloe never expected Isabe to resist her. With no defense in ce, Chloe was caught off guard by Isabe’s forceful push and took two steps back, nearly stumbling.


    This woman dared to resist her. Chloe was furious. She grabbed Isabe’s hair and nced at the restroom nearby. With Isabe in tow, Chloe dragged her into the restroom and locked the door behind them.


    Though Chloe was slimmer than Isabe, she was significantly taller, appearing more robust. Isabe had no room to resist. Chloe unceremoniously shoved her into the restroom stall.


    The restroom door was shut. Isabe hadn’t reacted in time when Chloe pushed her head against the wall.Content ? N?velDrama.Org 2024.


    Chloe was forceful, and as Isabe’s head struck the wall, a buzzing sound rang in her ears. Her head felt like it was ringing, her vision dimming intermittently.


    Still, Chloe didn’t stop. She yanked Isabe’s hair and continued to m her head against the wall five times before letting go.


    Isabe could feel her consciousness fading, but it was evident that Chloe had no intention of letting her off the hook. Chloe continued to berate her, “You damn b***h, do you think marrying Emanuele makes you all high and mighty? Let me tell you, if I kill you now, Emanuele will remarry in no time. He’ll forget you in a heartbeat. Emanuele is surrounded by so many women. Do you really think you’re the only one he desires? With your chubby figure, Emanuele only likes you because you’re young and bring novelty. Why do you believe he’d love you forever? With your ugly and frumpy appearance, you have to squeeze into clothes. Doesn’t it feel ufortable?”


    Chloe continued to taunt Isabe while physically assaulting her. Isabe’s head, already pounded by Chloe’s previous strikes, now felt disoriented. Being subjected to Chloe’s relentless kicks and punches left her with no strength to fight back.


    She had no choice but to shield herself, attempting to avoid being hit in critical areas. But even with her efforts, her entire body ached, and she felt as if her bones might shatter. Chloe intentionally avoided hitting her face, ensuring that her facial injuries wouldn’t be seen by otherster.


    Isabe was convinced that she wouldn’t disclose this incident to Emanuele. As in the past, despite the continuous mistreatment, when faced with questions from Sophia, Isabe would only say it was her fault or that she had identally injured herself. It was likely she’d continue with the same strategy to avoid further trouble.


    Chloe left the restroom, and Isabe attempted to stand up. However, her entire body throbbed with pain, her mind was hazy, and shecked the strength to get up. Chloe had been relentless in her attack, and Isabe’s tears fell from her eyes. She had been wrong. She thought she had fully rid herself of Chloe’s influence, that she was no longer afraid of her. But now, she realized that while she had be stronger psychologically, her physical strength was far from sufficient.


    Chloe had easily subdued her, leaving Isabe battered and beaten. Her eyes tightly shut, she felt like she was on the brink of death. Was this where she would meet her end? When would Emanuele discover her?


    Soon, the restroom door was kicked open, and Phillip’s anxious voice filled the room, “She’s here.”


    Though Isabe couldn’t see clearly, she felt a surge of light flood in, and she lifted her head to see someone entering. “Isabe, open your eyes. It’s me, you’re safe now,” Emanuele’s worried voice echoed in her ears. Isabe’s body felt weightless as she was lifted into someone’s arms.


    “Damn it, is that b***h Chloe who did this to you?” Emanuele questioned, his anger burning as if he could set the world on fire. Isabe struggled to open her eyes. She knew she was resting against Emanuele’s chest. Her forehead brushed against his stubbled jaw, warm andforting, and it slowly eased her anxiety.


    She closed her eyes, drifting into a deep slumber in Emanuele’s arms. Emanuele had never experienced such a feeling, one of helplessness, as if he were about to lose everything. He watched the fragile Isabe, appearing as if she were a shattered porcin doll. He didn’t know how careful he had to be to avoid her getting hurt again. Emanuele couldn’t help but wish he could take Chloe’s life. He was nervous, anxious, feeling the darkness of the world closing in on him as he gazed down at the girl who was now so vulnerable.


    Isabe had never been this fragile in Emanuele’s eyes, and he was unsure of how to handle her gently to avoid further harm. He had a strong desire to protect her, even though she mightter be angry with him for not retaliating against her attacker.


    Phillip had never seen his boss like this, and he rushed to check the security footage while speeding to the nearest hospital. Emanuele carried Isabe inside and urgently called for a doctor, “Give her a full-body check-up right away, don’t miss any injuries.”


    “Yes, sir. May I ask your rtionship to the patient?”


    “I am her husband,” Emanuele replied.


    After giving his orders, Phillip handed Emanuele the surveince footage. Emanuele’s eyes narrowed as he watched the evidence. It was just as he had suspected; Chloe was behind this.


    “Lock that b***h in the dungeon. Give her water but no food, treat her like any other prisoner,” Emanuele ordered Phillip.


    Emanuele returned to the room and looked at Isabe, whoy unconscious on the bed. He couldn’t resist cing his hand gently on her hair.


    “Isabe, I trusted you once. I thought you could handle this, but I overestimated your abilities. This time, let me deal with that b***h.”


    He would make Chloe regret what she had done to Isabe, and regret ever having lived in this world.


    Soon, Sophia called Emanuele, her voice trembling with panic. Women were screaming in the background, likely because Phillip was taking Chloe away, and they were protesting.


    “Emanuele, what’s going on? Why are your men taking Chloe away? She was about to leave Chicago tomorrow.”


    “Leave? Sophia, that b***h will never leave Chicago again.”


    “What do you mean?” Sophia was shocked to hear Emanuele use such strongnguage. It was the first time she had seen him so angry.


    “You’ll find out when Phillip brings you to the hospital,” Emanuele said.


    Having seen Isabe injured, he had urgently brought her to the hospital. Those inside the house were clearly unaware of the situation.