Isabe, her eyelids heavy with exhaustion, said, “This matter is not up to me. Emanuele is the head of the Mafia, and I am his wife. Chloe harmed me. If she doesn’t face punishment, it will be challenging for Emanuele to maintain his position in the Mafia. What Chloe has done are undoubtedly a direct challenge to Emanuele’s authority.”


    Isabe had now regained herposure. In the past, she disliked Emanuele’s casual approach to killing, especially when those individuals only nced at her and ended up dead. She felt it was too cruel. But regarding Chloe, she believed that even if she saw her die before her eyes, she wouldn’t feel a shred of sadness. Chloe had brought this upon herself.


    Sophia sighed when she heard this. She had no choice. Should she go beg Emanuele for mercy? Recalling Emanuele’s furious demeanor when Isabe had been unconscious, she knew that he would never let Chloe off the hook.


    Sophia’s main concern was Isabe, who had endured Chloe’s torment for so many years. She now understood why Isabe had been so eager to move out of her uncle’s house when she got into the University of Chicago. All this time, it had been because of Chloe. Sophia realized that she hadn’t cared for Isabe enough over the years, and she had sometimes even med her for getting herself hurt.


    She couldn’t imagine how difficult it had been for Isabe during those times.


    Sophia stayed with Isabe for a while and then left. Grazia came to visit Isabe and, upon seeing the numerous scars on her body, her face contorted with anger.


    “Emanuele, don’t spare that wretched woman. Where did she find the courage to hurt Isabe like this?” Grazia said with fury in her voice.


    Emanuele nodded. “I know what to do.”


    He had already instructed Phillip to pay Chloe a visit.


    He wouldn’t allow her to die peacefully.


    Inside the dungeon, Chloe was tied up, her hands suspended, and her toes barely touching the ground. Her appearance had deteriorated. Her hair was disheveled, her clothes dirty, and her face covered in grime. She looked no different from any other prisoner, her previous elegant and graceful demeanor nowhere to be found.


    When Phillip entered, Chloe immediately opened her eyes and looked at him. “I know I was wrong. Can you please ask Emanuele to forgive me? Isabe and I were just ying around. We’ve always had a good rtionship.”


    Chloe was forced to lie to regain her freedom. She had grown tired of the filth in this dungeon and hadn’t eaten for a long time. She wanted to go back; her parents were waiting for her.


    Before, Chloe had harmed Isabe because she believed that Emanuele didn’t care about her and that Isabe didn’t deserve him. She thought she was better suited to be the queen of the Mafia. However, after going through this ordeal, Chloe realized she might have been wrong. It was evident that Emanuele genuinely cared about Isabe. Not exactly “caring,” but rather that Isabe was his wife, the wife of the head of the Mafia. Her dignity could not be vited. But because Chloe had affronted Isabe, Emanuele had imprisoned her.


    Chloe now regretted.


    Seeing Phillip’s arrival, Chloe immediately began to beg for mercy. However, Phillip appeared cold and indifferent. From the way he looked at her, Chloe thought she was already a corpse. Phillip walked up to her, grabbed her hair, and mmed her head against the wall with force.


    Thud.


    The heavy sound made Chloe feel like she was about to die. Her brain was shaking, causing her vision to darken.


    “Please…” Chloe’s plea had just begun when her head was forcefully mmed against the wall by Phillip.


    One hit after another, Chloe felt the world spinning, and colors blending together.


    It hurt so much. Chloe’s tears welled up.


    Just when Chloe thought Phillip was about to kill her this way, he suddenly stopped.


    Chloe breathed a sigh of relief.


    But in the next moment, Phillip kicked her hard.


    Chloe realized that being mmed into the wall earlier was rtively gentlepared to Phillip’s punches and kicks. Men were strong, and with each kick, Chloe felt excruciating pain. She screamed, trying to dodge, but she was suspended and had nowhere to hide.


    She had no choice but to endure Phillip’s relentless assault. She felt her ribs were broken, and her legs were in intense pain, as if they, too, were broken by Phillip’s brutal blows.


    “Stop, please stop, I’m going to die!” Chloe screamed, “Stop, call a doctor for me, or I’ll really die here.”


    “Even if you die here, no one will care,” Phillip said coldly. “My boss sent me to teach you a lesson, to repay you for everything you did to thedy in the past. Are you mentally prepared for it?”


    Phillip finished speaking and continued to brutally assault Chloe with punches and kicks.


    The series of pain finally became too much for Chloe to bear. She spat out blood and lost consciousness.


    Watching Chloe unconscious with weak breathing, Phillip stopped and took pictures of her current condition. He sent the photos to Emanuele.


    “Do we need a doctor to treat her?” he asked, concerned that he might have beaten Chloe to death. With her severe injuries, especially the broken ribs, he wasn’t sure how long she could hold on.


    For a while, Emanuele replied, “No need. Treating someone who’s on the verge of death is a waste.”Property ? N?velDrama.Org.


    Emanuele looked at the photos of Chloe in her battered state, covered in injuries and blood, and he felt an immense sense of relief.


    If it weren’t for the fact that he needed to stay with Isabe and take care of her, he would have done it himself without waiting for Phillip to handle it.


    Well, this bitch didn’t have many days left to live. When Isabe’s wounds had healed considerably, he thought he’d take her with him to personally execute Chloe.


    Because Isabe had many injuries, especially several blows to the head, the doctor rmended that she stay in the hospital for observation for a few days.


    During this time, apart from some work matters that Emanuele had to attend to, he stayed by Isabe’s side.


    Isabe’s swollen, bruised body looked particrly frightening.


    Emanuele couldn’t help but furrow his brow.


    “Don’t worry too much about me,” Isabe reassured Emanuele. “I’m fine, I feel much better.”


    Emanuele took Isabe’s hand and ced it on his face.


    He used to think that Isabe was fragile yet strong, but now he realized that her inner strength was far greater than he had imagined. Otherwise, she couldn’t have remained so cheerful under Chloe’s torment.


    “Hurry up and get better. After you’re discharged, I’ll take you to see Chloe.”


    See Chloe? Isabe was a bit surprised. “Didn’t you already lock her up?”


    She thought Emanuele had dealt with Chloe.


    “Yes, she’s locked up, and I want you to go see her,” Emanuele said. “She tortured you for so long, and I hope you’ll be the one to send her on her way.”


    He knew that some psychological traumas could only be ovee by facing them head-on. That’s why he decided to entrust the task of killing Chloe to Isabe.


    Isabe’s heart trembled. Did Emanuele want her to kill Chloe? In the past, she had thought of many ways to defeat Chloe, but the one thing she hadn’t considered was killing her. Now, Emanuele wanted her to kill Chloe.