Back at the apartment, Lilly immediately embraced Isabella, "Isabella, are you okay? I was so worried about you."
She had just heard about the attack on Isabella while she was out, and it was terrifying! Indeed, the apartment seemed to be the safest place.
Luckily, Isabella seemed fine at the moment, no issues. Lilly couldn't bear the thought of anything happening to her.
"I'm okay, not hurt. I'm just worried about Tony and the others," Isabella expressed her concern.
Isabella looked at Harry, "Does Emanuele know?"
Harry nodded.
Upon learning about the attack, Emanuele rushed to the scene with Phillip. The street was chaotic, several bodies lying on the ground, the air filled with the scent of gunpowder and blood.
"Are you okay?" Emanuele found Tony and assessed his condition.
Tony nodded, "I'm fine, but we lost four brothers."
In times of war, sacrifices were inevitable.
Observing the scene, Emanuele saw his guards lying on the ground, blood already coagulating. Despite experiencing this many times, each occurrence weighed heavily on him.
"Bury them properly and provide substantial compensation to their families."
"Yes."
Emanuele turned and returned to the apartment. His primary concern was Isabella. Faced with such a situation, she must be frightened and bewildered, despite her usual boldness.
Guilt crept into his heart like a thief. If Isabella hadn't been with him, she would still be leading a normal, ordinary life-quietly working as a doctor, perhaps married to a colleague, living in a small apartment in Chicago, spending a lifetime like that.
Not the current life filled with constant fear, the inability to go out freely, and the risk of life-threatening situations. He admitted that these risks were a result of his selfish decision to keep her by his side.
Yet, even considering this, Emanuele knew he wouldn't change a thing, given the chance to start over. Inside the apartment, Emanuele entered to find Isabella talking to Lilly. Today, she wore a simple floral T-shirt and casual jeans, looking like any other girl.
Her chestnut hair was tied back, revealing her round and beautiful face. She exuded youthful vitality effortlessly-full chest, slender waist, shapely hips-signs of her sensual beauty. At the sight of her, he felt a rush of heat throughout his body.
Of course, Emanuele restrained his inner desires. He had more important matters to attend to.
Approaching Isabella, he examined her and, relieved to see she was unharmed, he embraced her.
"Isabella, you're not too shaken, are you?"
Despite her seemingly calm demeanor, he couldn't tell if she was truly unaffected. After all, she appeared undisturbed, as if the recent attempt on her life hadn't happened.
Isabella shook her head, "I'm fine. How about the other bodyguards?"
She still cared deeply for those who protected her. Among them, Tony was the one providing close protection, while others were visible only when she was on the move. At this moment, Isabella could only see Tony.
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