“We know we made mistakes, but who knew Isabe would happen to overhear.” Elisa and Lilly wore expressions of regret, but in this world, there is no remedy for regret.


    Phillip waited until evening before seeing Isabee downstairs.


    Isabe seemed somewhat moreposed now. She looked at Phillip and hesitated, “Phillip, why are you here?”


    “Isabe, I came to visit you,” Phillip said with a smile.


    It had been a long time since Isabe had seen Phillip. Thest time they met was when she was pregnant. Back then, Phillip was still in the hospital, and he had been thrilled to hear about Isabe having a child. But in the blink of an eye, everything had changed to what it was now.


    Seeing Phillip, Isabe’s previously calmed emotions began to sway again, and she felt like crying.


    Noticing her distress, Phillip intervened, “Isabe, look at me. Do you see anything different about me now?”


    Phillip diverted her attention. Isabe scrutinized Phillip, noticing some differences indeed.


    Although Phillip’s body had since recovered, the scars from his previous injuries remained. The scar on his face and the marks on his hand, though less prominent, were still visible upon closer inspection.


    “Isabe, do you see it? I am different from before, right? I still have many scars on my face and body from the injuries, and, moreover, the vision in one of my eyes will never recover. I have to wear sses now, and I can no longer do heavy work. I can only handle lighter tasks now.”


    “Phillip, I’m sorry to hear that,” Isabe felt a deep sorrow, this time for Phillip.


    She had lost a child, and Phillip’s body had be so damaged. She didn’t know who was more unfortunate, but they were both pitiful.


    “Have you consulted the best doctors in the country? I want other doctors to take a look at you,” she asked.


    “I’ve seen the best doctors in the country, but it’s still the same,” Phillip shook his head. “So, Isabe, when I heard that you lost your child, I knew you were also very upset. I understand how you feel. Just like the physical wounds on my body now, although they have healed, they still leave scars. What’s even more serious is that we will also have emotional scars.”


    Isabe silently wept. Phillip’s words struck a chord with her.


    “I’m leaving the hospital today anding back to see everything here so familiar. I just thought about when I was pregnant, basking in the sun on the balcony, lying on the couch, trying to watch some funny variety shows for the baby, and reading more at night, even some fairy tales, hoping my daughter could hear them. Now, my daughter is gone, but all these memories still linger in my mind, I can’t shake them off at all. Phillip, I really don’t know what to do.”


    “Isabe, can I hug you?” Phillip asked.


    Isabe reached out and embraced Phillip. At that moment, she truly needed a hug, from someone who could empathize with her. His embrace made Isabe feel warmth.


    Phillip hugged Isabe. They both knew that their embrace had nothing to do with love, but it was two wounded soulsforting each other.


    “Phillip, what I don’t understand the most is, why couldn’t so many people protect me and my child? Let her suffer harm. She was so big, I could feel her kicking in my stomach, she was a living being, but she’s gone. I ate something wrong, and she was gone!”


    “Isabe, I’m sorry. It was indeed our fault for not protecting you. Emanuele will handle this matter and give you an exnation,” Phillip said.


    “What exnation? Are you going to kill all of them? But my daughter can’te back,” Isabe became increasingly upset. This was what she couldn’t let go of. She felt she had to wait for Emanuele toe back and have a good talk with him.


    Thinking this, the elevator arrived, and a tall man walked out. Isabe looked at Emanuele, and Emanuele looked at her.


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    Emanuele saw Isabe hugging Phillip, a strong possessiveness surged within him, but he struggled to suppress it because he knew that Isabe’s embrace with Phillip was just two wounded souls seeking sce, nothing more.


    He approached them, and when Isabe saw him, she let go of Phillip. She had many things she wanted to say to Emanuele, many questions she wanted to ask him, but at that moment, she couldn’t find her voice.


    She felt as though something was stuck in her throat, a terrible feeling.


    Emanuele embraced Isabe and said, “I know you have alot to say to me. Can we talk upstairs?”


    Isabe nodded.


    There were too many people downstairs. Upstairs was a world meant for just the two of them.


    Emanuele lifted Isabe in his arms and headed up the stairs to their room. Once inside, he closed the door. In their spacious room, it was just the two of them.


    Emanuele didn’t release Isabe. He sat on the couch, cradling her in hisp. At that moment, the intimacy between them was palpable.


    “Isabe, I know you’re very sad right now. Do you feel like I’ve deceived you?”


    “Didn’t you deceive me? You said our daughter was lost by ident, but in reality, she was poisoned!”


    The thought of ingesting something that ultimately led to her daughter’s death left Isabe with no appetite. She became scared to eat.


    Emanuele gently stroked Isabe’s back, his touch as gentle as if he were handling a small animal.


    In truth, he wasn’t this tender with anyone else, only Isabe could bring this out of him.


    “I didn’t mean to deceive you. I just felt that if you knew the truth, your emotions would copse.”


    “Emanuele, you promised to protect me and our child. I obeyed you, never leaving the apartment, even though I grew tired of the life inside. I longed to go outside for a breath of fresh air, but I stayed obediently inside. But what’s the result? It’s still like this. Emanuele, why can’t you even protect your own child?”


    Isabe pounded on Emanuele’s chest. Her hard-won inner calm was once again filled with sadness.


    Emanuele let Isabe strike him. It didn’t hurt him, and if it helped to improve her mood, he didn’t mind.


    In truth, he was also filled with self-reproach and anguish. As the head of the mafia, he couldn’t even protect his child in the womb. He felt utterly worthless.


    Even if he killed William today, it would only bring him momentary satisfaction. He knew that the dead could never return.