In His Grasp: A Mafia Romance novel Chapter 36

Chapter 36: Let Me Help You Bathe?

He hurried towards Isabella and asked, "Are you okay? Where are you hurt?"

God knew how intense his urge to kill was at this moment. If Isabella was truly injured, he would make those bastards pay a terrible price.

"I'm fine. These bloodstains are from other people," Isabella explained. She hadn't expected Emanuele to be so concerned about her, which pleasantly surprised her.

Seeing that Isabella was indeed unharmed, Emanuele finally felt relieved.

He glanced at the people around him, the ones who were still alive, their wounds carefully bandaged and tended to. It was clear that someone had done a good job taking care of them.

Was this all Isabella's doing?

Emanuele watched as Isabella continued to treat the next injured person. She conversed with them to soothe their emotions and expertly administered first aid. The surrounding area was now a rubble-strewn battlefield, littered with blood and corpses, yet Isabella remained emotionally stable. It seemed as though she wasn't afraid at all as she helped the injured.

In this place, she looked like an angel.

Their private doctor arrived, and he took the injured individuals for treatment. As for the remaining civilians, they were transported away in ambulances.

With everything settled, Isabella stood silently, watching the ambulances drive away.

Emanuele walked over to her, putting an arm around her waist and softly said, "Isabella, I never knew you were so capable."

His tone was rare in its approval, and his eyes were brightly lit as if he had discovered a precious gem.

Emanuele had heard from Tony about Isabella using a gun to kill someone. He thought of her as a fragile and timid girl who needed to be protected. Even though she resisted, her struggles were feeble, and he had never taken her seriously.

Little did he know she had another side to her, one that made him find her even more intriguing. She was stronger and braver than he had ever imagined.

Grazia, as the Mafia princess, had experienced numerous assassination attempts, but she had always been well protected by her bodyguards. She couldn't do what Isabella had just done. When she learned to shoot, it took her a long time to hit the target. But Isabella was different.

However, when Isabella heard Emanuele's praise, she didn't feel happy. Instead, she felt a nauseating sensation rising in her throat.

It was disgusting, too disgusting! Isabella had never experienced anything so horrifying. The corpses were all in bizarre and gruesome states, some with heads blown off by bullets, some riddled with gunshot wounds, and others hacked to death. It was all so gruesome, bloody, and grotesque. Many of them hadn't died with their eyes closed.

The reason she had appeared so calm earlier was because she had suppressed her feelings. Her professional ethics as a doctor demanded that she remained composed when dealing with such gruesome scenes. But now that the work was over, her body relaxed, and the suppressed nausea surfaced, causing her to vomit uncontrollably.

Emanuele frowned and watched Isabella throw up. To be honest, most people would be repelled and keep their distance. But for some reason, Emanuele didn't find it disgusting. He was worried.

In this moment, she appeared so fragile, as if she could shatter at the slightest touch. He reached out and gently rubbed her back, hoping it would make Isabella feel a little better.

Isabella finished vomiting what little she had in her stomach. It was empty, but she continued to retch, even bringing up bile.