As Isabella expected, Sophia called her soon after.
"Isabella, what's going on? Why did Emanuele kick Chloe out? She's crying, and she doesn't know what she did wrong." Sophia sounded genuinely worried. Chloe had returned in tears, carrying her luggage, and Sophia couldn't comprehend why this had happened. She called Isabella to get an explanation.
"I don't know either," Isabella said wearily. "Emanuele isn't here; he ordered Tony to do it."
Isabella closed her eyes, feeling exhausted. Her mother had always believed Chloe was a gentle and kind lady and had no idea about the things Chloe had done to her. Isabella couldn't bring herself to tell her mother about the psychological torment she'd endured.
"Chloe is now suspicious that maybe she did something wrong and that you told Emanuele about it. Isabella, did you really make Emanuele kick her out?" Her mother's words made Isabella feel a sharp pain in her chest, the familiar suffocation quickly returning.
"I... didn't," Isabella struggled to respond. "Emanuele is the head of the Mafia. He has his own thoughts. How could I possibly influence him?"
"Is that so? Then I can't understand what Emanuele is thinking," Sophia shook her head. She didn't understand why Emanuele had embarrassed her.
But, in the end, this apartment was Emanuele's. He had the right to allow someone in and the right to keep them out.
"Isabella, Chloe is feeling really down. How about you come over and stay with her for a few days to comfort her?" Sophia suggested.
Isabella wanted to scream. She'd finally managed to get Chloe out, and now Sophia was asking her to move in and console Chloe?
"Mom, you know I don't like staying there. Plus, work is getting busier, and I have graduation stuff to handle." Isabella replied.
"Alright," Sophia sighed, not forcing the issue. "Then at least spend the weekend with Chloe."
"We'll talk about that later," Isabella said, desperately ending the call. Continuing this conversation would cause her heart to stop beating.
The second day Chloe returned to stay in her apartment, Emanuele came back. As he entered, he went straight to his room. When he saw that all the items in his room had been replaced, his icy expression relaxed slightly. He then instructed Tony, "Dispose of all the items in the room the woman stayed in before. Replace everything with new ones. Also, get rid of the rocking chair on the balcony."
He spoke in a cold and heavy tone, and Tony, along with other bodyguards, immediately carried out his orders, throwing the items away.
Isabella, standing behind Emanuele, was confused. Did he have a severe case of germophobia? These things were practically new. Wasn't it a waste to dispose of them like this?
At that moment, she saw Emanuele turn his gaze towards her, his face filled with irritation.
"From now on, don't bring just anyone into my apartment casually. Otherwise, next time, they may not leave peacefully," Emanuele warned her.
Isabella nodded, "Alright, I understand."
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