It felt as if a reaper’s scythe hung over his head, ready to harvest his life at any moment. Emanuele felt threatened.


    “From Phillip’s condition, it seems like they don’t intend to let him go, but Phillip managed to escape,” James walked out at that moment, standing beside Emanuele. “Boss, I must catch that son of a [expletive], torture him mercilessly, amplify the methods he used on Phillip by tenfold and return it to him!”


    James was so enraged that the veins on his forehead bulged. He exuded an air of aggression, as if he might kill someone the next second.


    “Don’t rush. Let’s wait for Phillip to wake up. Maybe he will provide some information,” Emanuele, rtively calmer than James, spoke in aposed tone. As the head of the mafia, he knew that losing hisposure at a time like this would only incite chaos amongst his subordinates.


    No matter how low his emotions sank or how much he desired to personally kill those people, he maintained hisposure outwardly. His irises turned pitch ck, the gleam of sin swirling in his mind, yet his countenance remained unchanged, exuding only a chilling thirst for blood.


    The next day, Isabe also visited the hospital to see Phillip. Observing Phillip lying severely injured in bed, Isabe felt a wave of sadness.Content (C) N?v/elDra/ma.Org.


    He was so full of life, yet at this moment, he appeared motionless like a corpse. Observing the numerous instruments attached to Phillip’s body, Isabe, as a doctor, understood that only critically ill patients received such treatment.


    She embraced Emanuele and whispered softly, “He will pull through.”


    However, she herself didn’t know whether she wasforting Emanuele or seeking sce for herself.


    Phillip woke up on the fourth day. Upon learning this, Emanuele immediately rushed to the hospital to visit him.


    “Phillip, are you okay?” Emanuele attempted to hold Phillip’s hand, but the doctor intervened.


    “The patient is very fragile right now, covered in injuries. It’s best not to touch him; it will cause him pain.”


    Emanuele reluctantly retracted his hand. At this moment, Phillip looked at Emanuele. One of his eyes was injured, wrapped in bandages, leaving only the other eye to meet Emanuele’s gaze. In that eye, immense sorrow was concealed.


    “Phillip, did William harm you?” Emanuele inquired directly.


    Phillip remained silent.


    The doctor exined, “Although the patient has woken up, his injuries are severe. He’s currently unable to speak, and we have found a gap in his memory; he doesn’t remember what happened before he fell into aa.”


    Lost a segment of his memory? Emanuele frowned tightly. How could this be? However, considering the severity of Phillip’s head injury and the fact that he underwent brain surgery, his survival was already incredibly fortunate. Losing his memory was a minor concern inparison.


    Emanuele took a deep breath, striving to maintain hisposure.


    “Phillip, don’t dwell on it. Rest well. You’re safe now, don’t be afraid,” Emanuele left these words and turned away.


    Despite Phillip being awake, witnessing his agonized state made Emanuele deeply distressed. Moreover, the doctor mentioned that he might end up disabled.


    So young, only twenty-eight years old, without even a girlfriend. Oh God, please save him!


    …


    In the evening, Evelyn returned to her apartment, organizing her phone. Her phone’s memory was full, and she needed to delete many photos. Among them were pictures taken with Isabe a long time ago. However, gradually, these were reced by those with Pippo.


    Evelyn came across many old photos of herself and Isabe and sent them over to Isabe.


    “Do you remember the photos we took before?” Evelyn shared several pictures of the two of them with Isabe.


    Soon, Isabe replied, “Wow, this was when we were in our freshman year, right? Such distant memories!”


    “Yes, we were so young back then, looking so naive.”


    The two of them began reminiscing about the past, filled with infinite emotions.


    ncing at the photos on her phone, Evelyn sent some to Isabe and uploaded the rest to the cloud, nning to slowly delete them from her phone. However, when she stumbled upon the photo of Isabe getting a tattoo, she couldn’t help but furrow her brow.


    At that time, she had secretly taken a photo of Isabe’s tattoo and kept it in her phone without deleting it. Yet now, holding this picture, Evelyn’s mind was suddenly flooded with strange images.


    A voice interrogated her, “Whose tattoo is in this photo?”


    “Isabe’s.”


    “You both got tattoos together?”


    “Yes. What’s it to you?”


    “I have some use for thisphoto.”


    Evelyn suddenly felt a severe headache. Subsequently, a myriad of images blossomed before her eyes, like scenes from a movie, rapidly ying in her mind.


    Evelyn turned pale. She had to process those memories. How could this be happening… How could it be like this… No, no, no, she couldn’t believe it!


    “What are you doing?” Pippo’s voice came from behind Evelyn.


    Previously, Evelyn would have greeted him with a smile, but now, upon hearing Pippo’s voice, she broke out in a cold sweat, feeling a sense of horror akin to watching a thriller.


    Run!


    Run!


    Run away!


    In Evelyn’s mind, the urge to flee grew incredibly strong, making her want to escape the apartment immediately. What once seemed warm and cozy now felt icy and hellish, suffocating her.


    She wanted to run, but she felt as though her legs had no strength.


    At that moment, Pippo noticed the photo of Isabe’s tattoo on Evelyn’s phone. He chuckled, “Evelyn, why are you looking at this photo?”


    Evelyn feignedposure, “Uh… my phone’s memory is full, so I was nning to delete some pictures. I was just going to delete these useless ones, or else I won’t have any space left.”


    “I see. Let me help you delete them,” Pippo grabbed Evelyn’s phone and removed the photos. He then gazed at Evelyn, “Have you remembered anything?”


    Evelyn looked bewildered, “Remembered what?”


    “Nothing.”


    Pippo handed back the phone to Evelyn, “I’m backte. You won’tin again, will you?”


    “Why would I? Have you eaten? Shall I cook something for you?”


    “No need, I’ve eaten out.” Pippo ruffled Evelyn’s hair.


    Subsequently, he headed towards the bathroom, apparently intending to take a shower.


    Watching Pippo leave, Evelyn quietly breathed a sigh of relief. Her heart raced, and she felt like she was suffocating. If Pippo didn’t leave soon, she felt she might suffocate.


    While Pippo was away, Evelyn decided to send a message to Isabe.


    Oh God, she recalled everything that happened during that period. She finally understood why she had lost that memory.


    She had been hypnotized!


    Now, she needed to tell Isabe the truth.