Isabe immediately ran over as the car door opened, revealing Emanuele. She hopped into the car, and Emanuele embraced her, effortlessly pulling her onto hisp.


    “Why were you working for so long today?” Emanuele inquired. Since it was working hours, Isabe couldn’t keep her phone on her. Emanuele had tried calling her, and after checking with Tony, he found out Isabe had been busy at the hospital.


    “Arge number of ident victims were brought to our hospital. It took a while to handle everything.”


    “Tired, huh? Let’s go eat.” Emanuele stroked Isabe’s hair, recognizing her fatigue.


    Even though he didn’t understand the intricacies of a doctor’s work, he knew surgeons needed to be focused; otherwise, idents could happen. The intense concentration resulted in subsequent exhaustion.


    “A bit tired, but I’m happy. I could help so many people.”


    Isabe’s eyes sparkled with a dazzling light, and at that moment, she looked particrly joyful.


    Seeing Isabe like this, Emanuele felt a strange tightness in his chest.


    Actually, Isabe should be like this. As a doctor, saving lives is akin to being praised as an angel by everyone. However, because of him, she was forced to fall from heaven into hell, and she even learned to shoot and kill.


    He and Isabe werepletely different people from different worlds. He was a grim reaper walking in hell, responsible for sending those who defied him to the underworld.


    If it weren’t for her mother’s remarriage, making her his stepsister, they probably wouldn’t have crossed paths in this lifetime.


    Thinking about the fact that he led her into hell, Emanuele felt an unusual sense of guilt deep within.


    In the past, he selfishly believed he liked Isabe. Even if it meant death, he intended to drag Isabe down to hell with him. However, now, seeing Isabe talking about her work, her eyes shining, and feelingpletely different from before, Emanuele suddenly hesitated to pull her down to hell.


    But, he wouldn’t easily let her go.


    Thinking about this, Emanuele rested his chin on Isabe’s shoulder, hugging her closely.


    Isabe sensed Emanuele’s mood seemed a bit off and couldn’t help but ask, “What’s wrong?”


    Emanuele seemed somewhat sad, a set of emotions Isabe rarely detected from him before.


    “Nothing, just feeling impressed by my baby. You managed to save so many people.”


    Isabe couldn’t help but smile, “It’s okay, because it’s my ideal.”


    She wasn’t particrly modest, epting Emanuele’s praise candidly.


    Indeed, as a recent graduate, her professional skills were higher than others.


    “Emanuele, I still want to take the postgraduate entrance examination and pursue a Ph. D.”


    Otherwise, she would only be able to perform basic tasks. Since she aspired to be a doctor, she needed to acquire more knowledge.


    Being a doctor meant a lifelong learning profession.


    Isabe’s positive and upward-thinking surprised Emanuele, but he admired her for having her own ideals and aspirations.


    “Isabe, I support you. If you want to study, go study. If you want to work, go work.” Emanuele ruffled Isabe’s hair.


    Isabey in Emanuele’s arms. “I’m hungry. I feel like I could devour a whole cowter.”


    “Really? I’ll be eagerly waiting for that,” Emanuele deliberately feigned shock, eliciting heartyughter from Isabe.


    The rtionship between them had be increasingly harmonious. Emanuele was no longer the intimidating man who used to scare her. Even with a stern face, Isabe wasn’t afraid of him. She was his wife now, the most important person to Emanuele. What did she have to fear?


    Due to a busy day, Isabe quickly fell asleep after taking a shower upon returning home.


    The next day, she went back to work at the hospital. After finishing her shift, Isabe invited Evelyn to dinner.


    “Isabe, I still can’t remember anything.” Evelyn covered her head, looking quite distressed.


    “Don’t dwell on it, Evelyn. Perhaps your body is protecting you, thinking that recalling those memories would only cause you more harm.”


    Evelyn found Isabe’s words reasonable. “But I always feel that in the memories I’ve lost, there’s something important. I don’t know why, but I always feel like I should remember. Isabe, what should I do?”


    “Why don’t you ask a doctor to check on you tomorrow at work?”


    Seeing Evelyn so persistent, Isabe didn’t stop her. If Evelyn wanted to know, persuasion wouldn’t be effective.


    “I’ve already consulted a doctor. They said the wound in my brain has healed, and if I want to recover my memory, I should visit familiar ces and experience them again. But now, I can’t even remember where we traveled when we went abroad before.”


    “How about letting Pippo take you?”


    Evelyn shook her head. “Pippo thinks the same as you. He believes my brain wants me to forget those painful segments, and he doesn’t want me to recall those distressing memories.”


    Isabe didn’t know what to say. She could onlyfort Evelyn, “Don’t worry. The more anxious you are, the harder it is to remember. Maybe if you rx, the memories wille back to you?”


    “Okay.” Evelyn nodded. “Let’s not talk about it. Isabe, you mentioned inviting me to your and Emanuele’s apartment. When are you taking me there?”


    “Do you want to go? How about this weekend? Feel free toe whenever you have time.”


    Isabe wasn’t sure about her schedule for the next week. She might have to go to Italy to apany Grazia for a while. Ro called Emanuelest night and informed him of this matter. Emanuele said to check Isabe’s avability and go whenever she wanted.


    Now, with the crisis averted, Isabe had more freedom than before. Besides, Italy was safe now.


    When Isabe went to Italy, Emanuele didn’t have to worry about her safety.


    “Okay, this weekend. I’ll bring Pippo with me to your apartment,” Evelyn said excitedly.


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    Evelyn wasn’t afraid to visit their apartment. In fact, she was more curious about how someone so wealthy lived. Rumor had it that it was the most luxurious apartment in Chicago, and she really wanted to see it.


    “Wee, Evelyn,” Isabe said with a smile.


    Isabe had informed Emanuele about this in advance. He nodded and said, “Why not bring her to the estate? The apartment is private for us, but if you’re entertaining guests, the mansion would be a better choice.”


    Since his father and stepmother passed away, the estate had been vacant. Emanuele asionally stayed there.