Isabe received the news of Evelyn’s car ident anda on the third day after returning from Hawaii. As she stared at the message sent by Pippo, her mind went nk, finding it hard to believe her eyes.


    She remembered that after Evelyn and Pippo went abroad for a trip, theirmunication had been sparse. They exchanged a few messages, but due to Isabe being in a dangerous situation herself, she dared not meet Evelyn. Consequently, they hadn’tmunicated for quite some time.


    Unexpectedly, Evelyn had been in a car ident.


    Isabe rushed to the hospital where Evelyn was admitted almost immediately after receiving the news. Seeing Evelyn lying in the hospital bed, covered in tubes and still receiving oxygen, Isabe felt as if her heart was about to stop beating.


    Oh God, she had already lost so many loved ones; she couldn’t bear to lose Evelyn too.


    Pippo stood beside Isabe, his expression filled with sorrow.


    “We were just walking on the street when out of nowhere, a car lost control and hit Evelyn, sending her flying. The doctor said Evelyn has severe damage to several internal organs, and we don’t know when she’ll wake up,” Pippo exined with sadness in his voice.


    Isabe, looking at Evelyn, pale and lifeless, her body riddled with injuries, felt her heart ache as if it were being mercilessly squeezed.


    Although Isabe had seen many people injured in car idents during her time as a doctor in the hospital, and had even participated in numerous surgeries, watching Evelyn lying on the hospital bed, her life seemingly fading away, made Isabe tremble with sadness. She had to make a considerable effort to stabilize her emotions.


    “Evelyn had a serious car ident. She’s lying in the hospital, unconscious, on the verge of death. Weren’t all those enemies already eliminated? Why did Evelyn encounter such a severe ident?” Isabe, as soon as she left the hospital, called Emanuele and questioned him.


    Emanuele was in the middle of a meeting. With Frederick’s remaining forces destroyed, only William remained missing. As for Frederick’s granddaughter, Madilyn, she had been taken to Canada by rk and no longer posed a threat.


    The main purpose of the meeting was to find William as quickly as possible, and they were also preparing for new projects.


    Although they operated as a criminal organization, they needed a legal facade. Emanuele ranpanies and invested in various industries not just for profit but also to legitimize their activities and facilitate moneyundering.


    However, before the meeting could conclude, Emanuele received Isabe’s call. Typically, he didn’t like answering calls during meetings, but when it came to Isabe, things were different.


    Without any hesitation, Emanuele answered Isabe’s call. On the other end, Isabe’s voice was filled with urgency, anger, and questioning.


    She didn’t trust him, and at that moment, Emanuele felt a choking sensation in his throat, as if something was trying to swallow him.


    “I’m sorry to hear about Evelyn’s ident, Isabe. But, this might not be intentional; it could be an ident. I’ll have Phillip investigate and get to the bottom of it,” Emanuele said, feeling that Isabe needed to calm down.


    Isabe was still agitated, “I can’t believe it. She was walking down the street, and suddenly a car came out of nowhere and hit her. Isn’t this simr to what happened to me before? Only, back then, I was well-protected by Tony and Harry, so I didn’t get hurt. Evelyn wasn’t as lucky.”


    Isabe was talking, and suddenly, she felt like crying. It had been a tough time, and she thought Emanuele had taken care of her enemies, believing that her life would be peaceful from now on. However, shortly after returning to Chicago, such an incident urred.


    Evelyn was her best friend, and now shey in a hospital bed, with doctors uncertain about when she would wake up. Why would such a terrible ident happen? Isabe couldn’t help but specte about sinister motives.


    “Stop thinking so much, Isabe. It’s noon, and you haven’t eaten, right? I haven’t either. Let Tony take you to the restaurant below my office for lunch,” Emanuele suggested.


    Although Isabe had no appetite, she felt the need to release her emotions, to have someone to confide in. So, she agreed.


    Isabe got into the car and arrived at Emanuele’s office building. Emanuele’spany was in the heart of Chicago, upying an entire building. Looking at the towering structure with peopleing and going, it gave no indication that it was controlled by a Mafia family.


    Isabe reached the restaurant Emanuele mentioned, mentioning his name, and a waiter immediately led her to a private room.


    Upon entering, Isabe saw Emanuele and immediately rushed into his arms. She didn’t want to do anything else at the moment; she just needed someone to embrace her.


    Having lost her mother and now on the verge of losing her best friend, Isabe, no matter how strong, felt her emotions slowly crumbling. It felt like jumping off a cliff, into deeper and darker abysses.


    She had no idea what dark eventsy ahead.


    Emanuele remained still, letting Isabe hold onto him. He knew Isabe was emotionally breaking down and neededfort.Content (C) N?v/elDra/ma.Org.


    After a while, Emanuele extended his hand, gently stroking Isabe’s back. “Isabe, don’t be sad. I will investigate, and I’ll bring in the top medical team to check on Evelyn. She’ll be okay.”


    Isabe’s emotions stabilized a bit under Emanuele’sfort. She lifted her head from Emanuele’s embrace, tears still glistening in her eyes, shining in the light.


    In this moment, she looked so tortured and fragile, evoking an irresistible sense of pity.


    Seeing Isabe like this, Emanuele felt a stabbing pain in his heart, as if someone had punched him hard. The pain radiated to other parts of his body, making him ache all over.


    Now, he couldn’t bear to see Isabe in pain. Every time she suffered, he involuntarily shared in her pain and misery.


    “Emanuele, you must find out the truth,” Isabe wiped away her tears.


    “Okay, don’t cry, Isabe. You’re the Mafia Queen; you should be strong. If others see the Mafia Queen as a weeping little girl, what will they think?” Emanuele teased, trying to distract Isabe from her grief.


    Isabe gave Emanuele a re. “You truly are a heartless man. My mother passed away, and my best friend is now in a hospital bed unconscious. Isn’t it normal for me to be upset?”


    If she wasn’t upset, that would be abnormal.


    However, she also felt the need to be stronger. Crying wouldn’t solve anything. Thinking of this, Isabe wiped away her tears.


    Seeing Isabe stop crying, Emanuele also rxed a bit. Isabe’s eyes were red, but they sparkled with a determined light. It seemed she was regaining herposure.