Going out for dinner was a good idea, and it also provided an opportunity for Isabe to chat with Pippo about Evelyn’s situation. They found a restaurant near the hospital and sat down for a meal.


    “Isabe, how have you beentely? Evelyn mentioned that you were in trouble, and she’s been hesitant to contact you,” Pippo inquired.


    “I’m doing okay. My mother and stepfather both passed away, but the crisis has been averted. It shouldn’t be that dangerous in the future,” Isabe replied.


    Even though Frederick’s nephew had escaped, Isabe felt that Emanuele had dismantled their influence. If they dared to invade Chicago again, Emanuele would undoubtedly take severe action against them. They now had sufficient weapons, equipment, and personnel. Isabe was confident that Emanuele wouldn’t allow tragedy to strike again.


    “Things are resolved…” Pippo echoed Isabe’s words and then smiled. “Congrattions, Isabe. You don’t have to worry anymore. I remember seeing you surrounded by a dozen bodyguards when you went out before. Now, you’re free.”


    “It’s a pity about Evelyn. Otherwise, we could still go shopping often,” Isabe said, thinking about Evelyn lying motionless on the hospital bed, finding it difficult to ept.


    Pippo tried to console Isabe, “Don’t be sad; she will wake up.”


    “I hope so.”


    After finishing their meal, Pippo returned to the hospital, while Isabe, having some thoughts, went to a nearby mall. She bought clothes, bags, and other items that Evelyn liked. Isabe believed that besides physical factors, psychological factors yed a role in someone remaining in aa. By buying things Evelyn liked, she hoped to strengthen her willpower and maybe help wake her up.


    Isabe returned home around nine in the evening. Upon entering, she found Emanuele sitting on the sofa.


    “Where did you go? Why did youe back sote?” Emanuele noticed Tony carrying many things behind Isabe.


    “I went to buy some things, nning to give them to Evelyn, hoping she’ll wake up soon.”


    Emanuele sensed Isabe’s sadness and walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her.


    “Don’t worry, Isabe. She’ll be fine.”


    Isabe nestled into Emanuele’s chest. Only in his arms did she feel her emotions slightly settling. However, the thought of Evelyn lying in the hospital bed still made Isabe sad.


    The next day, Isabe went to the hospital again, cing the items she bought at Evelyn’s bedside. Emanuele informed her that Evelyn would undergo surgery in the afternoon.


    Isabe gently touched Evelyn’s arm and whispered, “Evelyn, don’t worry. You’ll get better soon. When that happens, we’ll go eat delicious food and have fun. I have a lot of money now, and I’ll buy you anything you want.”


    Seeing Isabe in this state, Pippo couldn’t help but shake his head.


    Will Evelyn wake up? He hopes she never does.


    In the afternoon, the team of doctors arranged by Emanuele arrived and sessfully performed the surgery on Evelyn.


    “If everything goes well, she should wake up in about three days,” the professor told Isabe. “However, due to the head trauma, there might be temporary memory loss, and her ears are damaged, possibly affecting her hearing.”


    Isabe was initially relieved, but upon hearing the doctor’s words, she couldn’t help but shed tears. Poor Evelyn, so young, and now facing such an unexpected ident with potential permanent physical damage. The more Isabe thought about it, the sadder she became. However, the silver lining was that Evelyn would wake up, gradually returning to a normal life, which brought some joy to Isabe.


    She called Emanuele to share the news, and hearing Isabe’s slightly lighter tone, Emanuele said, “That’s really good news.”


    “Thank you, Emanuele,” Isabe thought about her initial questioning of Emanuele, thinking Evelyn might be in danger due to him. Her tone was not good back then. Now, having calmed down, she felt a bit guilty.Content (C) N?v/elDra/ma.Org.


    Emanuele had always been good to her. Even though their rtionship was just a game, at least he would be there for her when she was most helpless and in need of help.


    “It’s okay, Isabe,” Emanuele replied.


    “Are you getting off work early tonight? I’ll cook for you,” Isabe said. It had been a long time since she cooked. She remembered the times when she cooked under Lilly’s guidance.


    “Okay,” Emanuele agreed immediately.


    After hanging up the phone, Emanuele looked at Phillip. “Cancel the meeting tonight; I want to go home for dinner.”


    Phillip looked surprised, “But it’s already scheduled, and they’re all preparing.”


    Although they didn’t have the habit of working overtime, due to recent busy affairs in thepany, Emanuele had a lot of work to arrange, so they had to stay and workte.


    Unexpectedly, Emanuele wanted to cancel tonight’s meeting.


    “My wife is preparing dinner for me. I want to enjoy it when I get back. Phillip, you’re not married; you can’t understand this feeling.”


    Phillip looked at Emanuele helplessly. He didn’t expect this mature and stable man in his heart to make such a childish boast. After going to high school, he wouldn’t brag like this to others.


    “Do you remember who persuaded you back then? Otherwise, your wife would have married someone else by now,” Phillip thought of the scene when he ignored Emanuele’s anger and persuaded him to marry Isabe. He felt like a hero in Emanuele and Isabe’s marriage.


    Now Emanuele was still showing off in front of him? Phillip couldn’t help shaking his head, feeling that Emanuele was quite childish.


    “Thank you, but another day. I’ll treat you to dinner some other time,” Emanuele patted Phillip’s shoulder.


    “Can’t it be tonight? I also want to try Mrs. Isabe’s cooking.”


    “Sorry, it’s not possible. You know I’m possessive. I don’t want to share this with other men.”


    Phillip covered his forehead, deeply sighed, and thought, love really makes people young. Look at their boss, this mature and stable man now turned into this. He doesn’t even allow others to eat with them?


    After saying that, Emanuele packed up and prepared to go home. He recalled thest time Isabe cooked; Emanuele missed it so much. The speed of driving home was much faster than usual.


    Because Isabe knew Emanuele liked beef, she prepared a beef feast for him. Steak, curry stewed beef brisket, beef tenderloin pasta…


    Isabe felt like they were going to eat half a cow tonight.