Did Emanuele leave Karen in the hospital to take care of him just to make her hate him? This doesn’t seem like Emanuele’s style. And why didn’t Emanuele exin things to her properly? If he wanted Karen to give up on him, shouldn’t he involve her in this? Now, Karen sees their rtionship fading, and she feels particrly excited, thinking she’s winning.


    “Why hasn’t Emanuele exined things to me? He hasn’t sent me a single message since yesterday,” Isabe said.


    “I don’t know about that,” James frowned. He really didn’t know what was going on in the boss’s mind.


    Isabe thought about the recent scene. Karen seemed arrogant, but she appeared to be afraid of her. This confirmed what James had said. However, she still didn’t understand why, if Emanuele didn’t like Karen and was misunderstood by her, he didn’t exin it to her.


    Thinking this, Isabe said to James, “James, please take me to the hospital. I want to find Emanuele.”


    James nodded and drove to the hospital. Meanwhile, Tony was preparing to message Isabe about this matter, but she took his phone away.


    Isabe warned her bodyguards, “You must not let anything slip. If you tell Emanuele about this, I will fire you immediately! I don’t need you to protect me anymore.”


    Tony felt awkward and rubbed his nose. He had wanted to secretly tell the boss to prepare in advance, but now, he didn’t know what to say.


    At the hospital, Emanuele waspletely unaware of what was happening. The wounds from theshes on his body were slowly healing, but the injury on his knee was still severe. He limped as he walked, feeling a sharp pain whenever he took a few quick steps. Would he really be disabled in the future?


    Emanuele was very worried and didn’t know how to face Isabe. The doctor had just checked his leg and said that there was a small chance his leg injury would heal.


    If that’s the case, then he should heal quickly, Emanuele thought. He knew Isabe’s misunderstanding of him was deepening, but he really didn’t know how to exin the situation to her.


    At that moment, Isabe arrived at the hospital. She wasn’t in a hurry to find Emanuele; instead, she took out their marriage certificate and showed it to the nurse.


    “Emanuele is my husband, and he’s currently hospitalized. Can you please tell me about his condition?” Isabe asked.


    The nurse checked the marriage certificate and, without saying anything, helped Isabe find Emanuele’s medical records.


    “Emanuele is so seriously injured,” Isabe said, looking at his medical records as if she had seen a ghost, her eyes widening. There were many external injuries, but what struck her the most was the severe damage to one of his knees, possibly leading to lifelong disability.


    No wonder when she was so angry and heartbroken yesterday, Emanuele didn’te after her. It was because of this. His leg was so seriously injured that he couldn’te after her.


    But what made Isabe sad was that Emanuele didn’t tell her about it. Did he not want to say it and intended to bear it silently? Would he only tell her when he couldn’t bear it anymore?


    Did Emanuele really consider her his wife?


    At this moment, Emanuele was sitting on the edge of the bed reading a book. His work had juste to an end, and the crisis in Chicago had been resolved. He was now sick, and it was the perfect time for recuperation.


    Just then, the door of the ward was forcefully pushed open, hitting the wall and making a loud noise.Material ? of N?velDrama.Org.


    Emanuele felt a bit annoyed and narrowed his eyes. Who dared to push the door like this?


    As he thought this, he looked up and saw Isabe’s face.


    He froze.


    Isabe walked quickly towards him and stopped about a meter away from him.


    “Emanuele, what are you thinking? Don’t you like me anymore?” she asked.


    “I…” Emanuele noticed the sadness in Isabe’s eyes, like shattered ss, even though there were no tears. At this moment, Isabe seemed very sad.


    “You think that because your leg is injured and you might be disabled in the future, you think I will abandon you, so you want to distance yourself from me? Or is it because your pride prevents you from facing your injured leg, and you think I will treat you poorly, so you kept it from me?” Emanuele didn’t expect Isabe to be so clever, to figure out such things. The more this was the case, the more Emanuele felt ufortable. It was as if his heart was being firmly gripped, and a sense of suffocation spread.


    He didn’t look at Isabe.


    Isabe looked at EEmanuele with aplex mix of emotions. The Emanuele she knew from before would never behave like this. He was so proud, like an eagle in his own territory, looking down on others. But now, everything was different. He was avoiding her gaze.


    This made Isabe both angry and, at the same time, filled with a sense of heartache.


    Emanuele probably couldn’t ept that his body was having problems, so he was avoiding her. He didn’t want to tell his wife. He was silently enduring this pain, while she was resenting him for not telling her, resenting him for having another woman by his side. At this moment, herints about Emanuele turned into self-me.


    Isabe’s tears fell. The hospital room was very quiet, and even though she cried softly, Emanuele heard her.


    Emanuele, who had been looking down, became nervous when he saw Isabe crying.


    He immediately stood up and walked towards Isabe. “Isabe, don’t cry,” he said.


    He walked a few steps and reached Isabe, despite the pain in his leg. He didn’t care about that at the moment. He went directly to Isabe and embraced her.


    “Isabe, don’t cry. It’s my fault. I should have exined it to you. I shouldn’t have kept it from you. It’s all my fault. Please don’t be sad, okay?” Emanuele held Isabe in his arms, feeling her familiar warmth, and she cried even harder.


    At that moment, Isabe realized how fragile she was.


    “Emanuele, I really dislike you. Do you really consider me your wife? You actually kept this from me. It seems like you were nning to hide it from me for a long time if I hadn’t found out yesterday,” she said.


    Even though she had misunderstood Emanuele yesterday, he didn’t intend to exin himself. It seemed that he would rather let her misunderstand him than let her know he was injured.


    How could there be such a man! Isabe felt even more sad and wronged.