Isabe arrived at the hospital and heard joyful voicesing from the ward. Grazia was holding a child, yfully making the childugh. Ro stood beside them, gently watching the mother and child. It was heartwarming, yet it pained Isabe’s heart. She thought of her own situation. She and Emanuele could have had such warmth, during peaceful times. But now, not knowing Emanuele’s situation, despite trying to believe Phillip, when Emanuele didn’t respond to her messages, Isabe felt he might be in danger.


    Isabe chatted with Grazia for a while, holding the child herself. Watching the adorable child made Isabe’s heart soften. “So adorable,” Isabe eximed. “I know, right? I think so too,” Grazia chuckled.


    After a while, Isabe turned to Ro. “I have something to ask you,” she said. Ro nodded, and they walked outside.


    “Do you know how Emanuele is doing now?” Isabe asked Ro.


    “I don’t know. Hasn’t Phillip replied to you? I haven’t sent anyone to Chicago since,” Ro said.


    “Okay. Today, I saw your sister. She came with something, and I sent her away,” Isabe said.


    “You did well,” Ro didn’t seem upset about Isabe sending Christina away. “I’ve already warned her not toe to my house again, so it’s up to you.”


    He had warned Christina not toe to their house, let alone try to get close to Grazia. Thankfully, Grazia was still in the hospital today and didn’t see Christina. Otherwise, if she had been unhappy, Ro wouldn’t have let Christina off easily. Despite Christina being his sister, for him, Grazia was the closer person.


    Seeing Ro’s behavior, Isabe was happy for Grazia. She wanted to see Ro’s reaction after saying this, to judge his feelings for Grazia. Now, she waspletely reassured.


    Since this matter was settled, Isabe couldn’t help but ask about another matter she was very curious about. “Christina told me that my husband is dying now. Ro, did she get this information from you? You said you didn’t know Emanuele’s situation, so where did she get this news from?” Isabe kept her eyes fixed on Ro as she spoke, not wanting to miss any expression on his face.


    Ro’s smile froze for a moment, then he said, “I don’t know where Christina got this news from. I don’t even know. It’s ridiculous. Christina is just a lunatic. How dare she spread rumors about my brother, saying he’s dying? You can rest assured, Isabe, I will find out where she got this information. If she made it up, I won’t forgive her!”


    Hearing Ro’s assurance, Isabe wondered if it really wasn’t informationing from Ro’s side. Where did Christina get this news from, and was it just a scare tactic? Was Emanuele really okay? But why hadn’t he responded to her messages these past few days? Everything seemed too coincidental. Isabe felt that something was off.


    “Ro, I still think something has happened to Emanuele. I’ll go back to Chicago in a few days. I’ve been here for a while, and I miss Emanuele,” Isabe said.


    “You can’t go back yet,” Ro stopped her. “You have to trust me and trust Emanuele. He’s fine. It’s just that his troubles haven’t beenpletely resolved. If you go back now, Emanuele will have to divert his attention to protect you.”


    “But I can’t reach him now, I’m really worried,” Isabe said, feeling uneasy.N?velDrama.Org holds text ? rights.


    Since she sent the message to Emanuele and he didn’t respond, Isabe felt that something was wrong. Although Phillip and Ro reassured her, how could she rx like this?


    Seeing Isabe like this, Ro frowned. He had promised Emanuele that as long as Chicago was still dangerous, he would try to keep Isabe in Italy. He had promised, but seeing Isabe like this, it seemed she felt she had to go back.


    “Calm down, Isabe. You really can’t go back now. If you really want to know Emanuele’s situation, shall I send my men to Chicago right now?” Ro’s words gradually calmed Isabe down. Yes, if Ro went to check, and informed her about the situation, that would be good.


    “Okay, please.” Isabe sighed.


    “Why did Christina say those things? I’m not entirely sure, but I will verify with her,” Ro said.


    Seeing Isabe gradually calm down, Ro also breathed a sigh of relief. “Alright, Isabe, we’vebeen out for a while, Grazia will be worried about you. Why don’t you go inside and check on the child? I’ll arrange things.” Isabe nodded and walked back into the room.


    As Isabe’s figure disappeared, Ro sighed. This wasn’t the first time he had noticed Isabe’s sharp gaze. Previously, when he was about to marry Grazia, Isabe had also looked at him sharply. Today was no different; it was as if she wanted to see through his facade. Fortunately, he had a stable personality and was about twenty years more experienced than Isabe, having been through a lot. Otherwise, she might have seen through him.


    He actually knew about Emanuele’s situation. In the midst of the chaos of the battlefield, Emanuele had gone missing, and they didn’t know where he was. He might have been captured, and Phillip was currently having people search for Emanuele’s whereabouts. Although Emanuele was missing, they still saw it as somewhat good news; at least they hadn’t found Emanuele’s body. It was a positive sign, but the longer this situation dragged on, the more dangerous it became for Emanuele. They had to find him as soon as possible.


    Ro sent a team of five people to Chicago.


    Isabe returned to the ward, where Grazia was standing by the bed, holding Nichs, humming a luby and appearing very cheerful. Seeing Isabe enter, Grazia asked, “What did you talk to Ro about? You were gone for so long.”


    “Christina came over, saying she wanted to visit you. I sent her away and asked Ro if that was the right thing to do,” Isabe replied.


    “She actually came?” Grazia was a bit surprised. “I don’t want to see her. Her showing up at a time like this can’t be a good sign,” Grazia said.


    Isabe didn’t tell Grazia about the news regarding Emanuele. In case it turned out to be a false rm, Grazia would worry for no reason. She would wait until she was certain before telling Grazia.


    But Isabe still felt unsettled. Despite everyone’s assurances, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. If Emanuele was fine, he should have replied to her messages as soon as possible.


    “Emanuele, please, don’t let anything happen to you,” Isabe murmured as she looked out the window. The weather was beautiful today, with blue skies, white clouds, and golden sunlight streaming down on the earth. Italian architecture naturally exuded an artistic beauty, much like ancient court buildings, making one feel especially good. However, it also served as a constant reminder to Isabe that she was in a foreignnd. She still preferred Chicago and only hoped Emanuele would be safe.