Isabella, upon hearing those words, felt as though her blood had instantly turned to ice. Her entire body went cold, and that suffocating feeling returned, as if someone were choking her, making her gasp for air like a fish stranded on land.
It wasn't an accident; it was deliberate murder?!
Isabella felt like she was trapped in an invisible web, unable to break free, and was left with no choice but to surrender. The assassinations she had only seen in TV shows and movies were happening to her now?
She had never wanted to be involved in such conflicts, only desiring a simple and ordinary life. But even this simple wish seemed unattainable. Why had things turned out this way? Isabella couldn't fathom it.
"Isabella, are you alright?" Emanuele's voice came from the phone, filled with concern when she didn't respond immediately after his previous statement.
She had always lived in a world with clear legal boundaries, and this was her first foray into the darkness. Was she frightened?
Damn it, when did he become so concerned about her emotions? He couldn't help but put himself in her shoes, sensing how much pain and helplessness Isabella might be feeling at the moment.
Isabella had always tried to distance herself from their world, making it clear from the start that she wanted no part in it. However, he had also told her that once she officially entered the Lombardi family, there was no turning back. Did she finally understand now?
Thinking about it, Emanuele felt a twisted sense of satisfaction as her world view crumbled. It was amusing to see how resilient this naive girl was. No matter how significant the setback, it couldn't defeat her.
Yes, it was Isabella's tenacity and resilience that made Emanuele find her intriguing. He wanted to break her strength and shatter her illusions, and that would be an accomplishment in itself.
"Isabella, I hope you can survive the 'accidents' that will come your way. I'd hate to see you die so easily," Emanuele casually remarked.
Emanuele hung up the phone, his eyes now filled with a chilling, bloodthirsty glint, a cruel smile playing on his lips. He hoped Isabella could endure, as he had no intention of losing such an entertaining toy.
Isabella, on the other hand, couldn't help but curse. This guy was truly insane! She was in this situation, and he seemed to be reveling in it! Any trace of the goodwill she had begun to feel for Emanuele was now completely gone.
In reality, Isabella wasn't as calm as Emanuele believed. After finishing the call, she stood in front of the dressing table, her hands trembling as she tried to style her hair. She failed several times before finally tying it up. When changing clothes, she deliberately chose a shirt with no visible brand, but the bowtie at the collar was a mess, a stark contrast to how she used to present herself.
As she left for work, her mood grew even heavier. In the past, she had found everything on the streets interesting. She would think about what to have for breakfast, whether to order a coffee, whether to go shopping with Evelyn after work, and what to wear the next day. But now, she couldn't enjoy anything around her.
Whenever people approached, Isabella couldn't help but be vigilant, wondering if any of them were here to harm her.
On the road, there were many cars, and Isabella couldn't help but wonder if another speeding car might come crashing towards her, or if a group of people might step out and kidnap her...
Isabella was on edge the whole time until she reached the hospital, and only then did that terrifying feeling dissipate. She felt like continuing like this would eventually drive her to madness.
Luckily, within the hospital, everything was familiar. She knew the people, and her current status as a student doctor meant she rarely had to interact with unfamiliar patients. This made Isabella feel less frightened.
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