However, seeing William’s excitement now, he really seemed to want her to have a child with him. Although she had an intrauterine device, the probability was not one hundred percent. After all, didn’t Isabe identally get pregnant? Moreover, William is a doctor. If he really wants her to get pregnant, performs a surgery on her to remove the birth control, she would be forced to get pregnant.


    Evelyn thought that she needed to kill William as soon as possible in these few days. If she really got pregnant, the situation would be very bad. At this moment, William was unaware of Evelyn’s thoughts, he held Evelyn, extremely satisfied.


    It had been too long since he had touched Evelyn. The feedback from his body was real. He found that he could rx when he was with Evelyn. Thinking about this, William reached out and held Evelyn’s chin, “Evelyn, stay with me. Whatever you want, I will give you. After I kill Emanuele, you will be the mistress of Chicago.”


    Evelyn asked, “Will you kill Isabe?”


    “You like her, and I like her too. She is my friend. Don’t worry, I won’t kill her.”


    Evelyn, however, felt that William’s words seemed extremely hypocritical. Whoever believes William’s words is a fool. But on the surface, Evelyn still pretended to believe in William, “You really won’t harm Isabe?”


    “Don’t worry, Evelyn. Isabe holds no sway over me. As long as Emanuele and his men die, everything will be over.”


    Evelyn listened calmly to William’s words. She closed her eyes, pretending to be sleepy. Seeing this, William reached out and touched Evelyn’s hair. He felt that this time he would not let Evelyn leave.


    …


    Isabe stayed in the hospital for half a month and, after the check-up showed no issues, she returned to her apartment. The apartment seemed no different from when she left, but somehow it also seemed a bit changed.


    Isabe gazed at the neatly arranged living room. The cement of things was not much different. Emanuele carried Isabe’s luggage upstairs. Isabe also wanted to go upstairs, but Emanuele turned on the TV and asked Isabe to watch it.


    “You rest downstairs and watch your favorite variety show.”


    Isabe nodded and sat on the sofa. At this moment, what came to her mind was the scene of her sitting here chatting with Evelyn initially, and then suddenly feeling intense pain in her stomach. When she woke up, the baby was already gone.


    Isabe’s heart felt a stabbing pain. She had thought that she had healed both physically and emotionally in the hospital, but returning here, being in contact with these familiar things in the apartment, all those feelings of anticipation, joy, and happiness rushed into her mind in an instant. When she sat here, she would think about herself holding her belly and watching TV, deliberately choosing some happier programs because she knew that the baby in her belly might also sense it, so she wanted to maintain a happy mood.


    Thinking of this, Isabe headed upstairs.


    Emanuele didn’t allow Isabe to go upstairs and chose to go up himself to pack away everything rted to the child in advance. He was afraid that if Isabe saw these things, it would stir up her sad memories. He also decided to lock the nursery, as it was all carefully arranged by Isabe, every detail designed with her involvement.


    As he opened the nursery, he looked at the bright colors of pink, blue, yellow intermingling, the room filled with toys, and the scent of sunlight. On the baby bed, there were some small toys hanging, bumping into each other when touched, creating an especially lovely sight. But the thought of the lost child brought a sense of pain to Emanuele. He was actually a very cold-hearted person, often killing people with cruel methods. The suffering and deaths of those people in front of him didn’t affect him much. The departure of those close to him would make him sorrowful.


    Not to mention his daughter. She belonged to him and Isabe, and now, her sudden departure made Emanuele angry, sad, feeling the beast inside him roaring, as if he was about to enter a state of madness.


    Emanuele turned around and locked the room. Unexpectedly, when he turned back, he saw Isabe standing next to the stairs, looking at him.


    Emanuele didn’t know when she had arrived. He went forward and embraced Isabe’s shoulders, “Isabe, how did youe up here?”


    He didn’t want Isabe to see the nursery. Originally, it was full of happiness, filled with Isabe’s expectations for her daughter. However, now, Isabe would only feel sad looking at it.


    When he touched Isabe’s shoulders, he suddenly noticed that in this period of time, Isabe seemed to havelost a lot of weight. Previously, Isabe’s shoulders had some roundness, and he could distinctly feel flesh when he touched them. But now, he could clearly feel the bones, realizing that Isabe had lost a significant amount of weight. Lowering his head, he carefully examined Isabe and noticed that her previously slightly plump face now had distinct angles, her eyes seemedrger, and her chin had be more pointed.


    Emanuele felt deeply distressed. Isabe looked at the nursery that Emanuele had locked. Normally, they wouldn’t close the door because of venttion, but now, Emanuele had closed it to prevent Isabe from feeling sad.


    Isabe looked at Emanuele and said, “I want to go in and have a look.”


    “There’s nothing to see, Isabe. Let’s go, we’ll watch your favorite variety show.” Emanuele knew that Isabe would definitely feel sad after seeing it. To prevent Isabe from feeling sad, Emanuele decided not to let her go in.


    But Isabe really wanted to go in. She stubbornly held onto Emanuele’s arm. “I want to go and see, can I? I haven’t been in for over half a month.”


    Everything inside was done by her alone.


    Emanuele gazed at Isabe, seeing her pale cheeks and her eyes filled with sadness. He could kill without blinking, but now, facing Isabe, he could hardly look at her.


    Emanuele sighed and opened the door. “Isabe, just take a quick look and then we’ll leave.”


    Isabe nodded and went into the nursery. The weather was good today, and the sunlight was streaming in through the window, casting a warm, pale yellow glow on the carpet, bringing warmth into the room. Isabe felt her body warming up as she entered the room. The entire room was meticulously arranged by Isabe, including the colors and designs of the curtains, the toys and dolls on the windowsill, and even the color of the bed.N?velD(ram)a.?rg owns this content.


    Before, when she was preparing all this, she had been fantasizing about how happy she would be after her daughter was born. But now, everything was gone.


    Tears began to fall uncontrobly down Isabe’s cheeks, and her body started to tremble.