Thinking of Isabe’s tearful appearance, Emanuele felt as though his heart had been firmly grasped, the pain making it difficult for him to breathe.


    He couldn’t fathom how Isabe would cry if he told her about this matter. She would surely feel sorrow, thinking he was abandoning her. If he were to do so, he knew he must exin it to Isabe thoroughly.


    Emanuele hadn’t anticipated that this time, dealing with the matter would extend into the dawn. He hadn’t slept well these days, and this night, he hadn’t slept at all.


    Despite not having rested, Emanuele went directly to the hospital. Isabe had already woken up. Seeing Emanuele in this state, she immediately said, “You must rest, Emanuele. Promise me. My condition is improving, and there are caregivers to look after me. You really don’t need to worry like this. I’m worried that if I’m notpletely better, you’ll fall ill again.”


    Hearing Isabe’s words, Emanuele nodded. “I’m fine.”


    But seeing Emanuele’s crimson eyes and exhausted expression, signs of a long night, Isabe couldn’t help but furrow her brow. “Emanuele, if you don’t agree with me, I’ll be angry. I don’t want you to take care of me anymore.”


    “Okay, I’ll go rest,” Emanuele said, walking into a nearby room. It was a spacious VIP hospital room with a specific space for attendants to rest. Emanuele sometimes slept in this room.


    As Emanuele went to sleep, Isabe was looked after by the caregiver. In fact, her recovery was quite fast. She could raise her hand, perform simple actions, and her wounds were not as painful as before. She felt Emanuele didn’t need to constantly watch over her.Text ? owned by N?velDrama.Org.


    However, Isabe was aware that Emanuele was feeling deeply guilty. If she didn’t let him do this, Emanuele would feel even more remorseful. Isabe had no choice but to think, “Let Emanuele do as he pleases. Can I stop him anyway?”


    But when Emanuele was too weary and unwell, Isabe felt she couldn’t let him take care of her. She was now very worried about Emanuele’s health.


    After Emanuele went to rest, Ariel brought breakfast for Isabe. It was avish meal, but Isabe’s body couldn’t handle so much. After eating, the doctor came in to check Isabe’s condition. “Next week, Isabe, when you are a bit better, we’ll do aprehensive check-up on you.”


    Isabe nodded. “Okay.”


    “Right now, it seems you’re recovering quite well. Just hold on a little longer, and you’ll be able to get out of bed and move around.”


    Isabe smiled gratefully at the doctor. She truly hoped she would recover quickly. Lying in bed now, she felt like a wreck. She couldn’t bathe, only allowing the caregiver to use a damp towel to clean her body. It was difficult for Isabe to ept having to do everything in bed and relying on others for assistance.


    Nevertheless, Isabe was also somewhat concerned. What if her recovery wasn’t ideal, and she ended up with a disability? She couldn’t bear the thought.


    However, the doctor had given her some reassurance, telling her that her injuries weren’t too severe, and they hadn’t affected her nerves. So, if she recovered well, she wouldn’t have anysting effects.


    Emanuele woke up in the afternoon, had lunch, and then chatted with Isabe. He watched as her spirits gradually lifted, and she seemed happier than before when speaking.


    Emanuele felt a pang of sadness. He didn’t know whether to tell Isabe about the matter. Using marriage as an excuse, pretending to divorce Isabe temporarily, defeating the Sicilianspletely, and then reuniting with Isabe after helping Jessie aplish her mission. But he was worried Isabe wouldn’t understand him.


    In Isabe’s eyes, marriage should be something sacred. His actions would undoubtedly make a mockery of marriage. However, this matter needed to be confirmed early. He owed Jessie and needed to repay her. Sicilians had been keeping an eye on Isabe. Emanuele felt that doing this was indeed a way to protect Isabe.


    Isabe also noticed Emanuele’s heavyhearted demeanor. She couldn’t help but ask, “Emanuele, what’s wrong? It seems like something is troubling you?”


    Emanuele snapped out of his thoughts, smiling at Isabe, “Yes, there is.”


    “What is it?”


    Watching Isabe look at him with those concerned eyes, in that moment, Emanuele suddenly didn’t know what to say. Isabe was still injured. He couldn’t possibly upset her, could he?


    “It’s about the Sicilians, but don’t worry. I’ll try to resolve it and make sure they won’t harm you again,” Emanuele said after some contemtion. He ultimately chose not to disclose the truth to Isabe just yet. Maybe it was better to wait until Isabe’s condition improved before telling her.


    Upon hearing Emanuele’s words, Isabe’s eyes instantly drooped. “I’m sorry, Emanuele. I always feel like I can’t help you. It’s like I’m always causing trouble for you, and I can’t even protect myself.”


    While Emanuele was anxious about these matters, Isabe realized she couldn’t help Emanuele at all. If it were Karen, she would be able to assist Emanuele, and those people wouldn’t dare to touch Karen. Her status would prevent any harm. But what about her? Isabe thought she was just a helpless girl, and regardless of how she was mistreated, no one would stand up for her except Emanuele. She felt so feeble, which is why she kept getting hurt.


    Despite this, Isabe still felt ashamed that she couldn’t take care of herself and provide any help to Emanuele. If only Emanuele had gone through with the business marriage, a strategic alliance, things probably wouldn’t have turned out like this. He wouldn’t have had to bear the burden of the entire Mafia alone.


    “Isabe, don’t think like that. Women should be able to enjoy life. Leave the fighting to men,” Emanuele hurriedly said. My goodness, Isabe was truly like an angel, so understanding and considerate. Even with all the scars she had, she was stillforting him.


    Emanuele couldn’tprehend why he, someone who hadmitted so many wrongdoings, had encountered such a kind-hearted angel like Isabe.