Dangerous Secrets: My Mafia Stepbrother

At this moment, Emanuele was filled with a murderous aura. He wanted to kill someone. Someone had targeted Isabella, right under his nose.

He had re-evaluated the security measures of the apartment; it was now secure enough. But who would have thought that there were loopholes in the food?

They always purchased their food from a specific supermarket. It was estimated that this was where someone took advantage of the situation.

William was truly cunning. He seemed to have a countermeasure for everything. Damn it, why was he always several steps ahead, manipulating everything?

Emanuele’s fists clenched so tightly that the sound of his bones cracking could be heard. It was evident that he was struggling to contain himself. His gaze was fixed on the operating room, desperate to rush in and check on the situation.

After a while, the doctor emerged, and Emanuele immediately inquired, “How is my wife now?”

The doctor looked at him and sighed, “We are sorry. Despite our best efforts, we couldn’t save the child inside the patient’s womb.”

Emanuele felt as though he had been struck by lightning. In that moment, his body became as rigid as stone, frozen in place. In his ears, he heard the screams of women, weeping, and some disordered, noisy voices, but at that moment, Emanuele couldn’t process any of it.

He felt completely immersed in his own world, never before experiencing such profound grief.

Even when his father passed away, he hadn’t felt this devastated because he had anticipated that day.

In their line of sinful work, they always engaged in dangerous, bloody activities, knowing that death would come for them eventually. He had prepared himself, knowing he would die.

But never had he imagined that his own child would die.

He had always believed that he had protected Isabella and their child well. But now, Isabella had been kidnapped, and now their child was gone.

He had never envisioned it would be like this.

Emanuele was enveloped by immense sorrow.

Tony, standing beside him, remained relatively composed. Observing Emanuele’s reaction, he noticed that his boss appeared remarkably calm, as if nothing had happened. Yet, his eyes were reddened, gleaming with a bloodthirsty glint.

Moreover, Tony noticed that Emanuele’s body was trembling ever so slightly. It was subtle, but Tony could see it.

At that moment, Tony felt that Emanuele had become extremely fragile.

He was no longer the seemingly invincible man from before. He appeared like a colossal ruin, standing motionless in the midst of it all.

After a while, the operating room lights went out, and Isabella was wheeled out by the doctors and nurses. She was still unconscious, her face deathly pale, devoid of any color.

Once so lively, she now lay quietly on the hospital bed, seemingly devoid of life.

Seeing Isabella in this state, Emanuele felt unbearable anguish. The suffocating pain made it hard for him to breathe. His breath felt feeble, as if any effort to inhale would be like a blade cutting through his nostrils.

What would happen when Isabella woke up and discovered their child was gone? How would she react? Would she grieve, weep, or fall into depression?

Just the thought of Isabella’s face being filled with sorrow, devoid of its usual cheerfulness, made Emanuele deeply sorrowful. He would rather bear all that pain himself than have Isabella endure it.

“Oh God, let my sins burden me alone. Why must Isabella suffer because of me?”

Previously, no one had been more eager for the arrival of this little life than Isabella. Emanuele was acutely aware of this. She had even hidden her anticipation, not wanting anyone to discover her excitement, just waiting for the birth of their child.

She was full of maternal radiance, eagerly anticipating the arrival of their child. She had already prepared the nursery, filled with girls’ clothes and dolls. She had everything ready.

But now, everything was destroyed. She had lost her child!

Emanuele took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, and followed into the hospital room.

Isabella was placed in a VIP room, still unconscious. The doctor informed him that Isabella might wake up in an hour. Emanuele waited quietly.

Evelyn was a mess, running to Isabella’s bedside, apologizing repeatedly.

“I am so sorry, Isabella. If only I had told Elisa about this earlier, things might have turned out differently. It’s all because I didn’t speak up in time, didn’t explain clearly. It’s all my fault. I am the one to blame.”Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

Listening to Evelyn’s sobbing, Emanuele furrowed his brow.

In truth, he was quite angry at Evelyn. Since William had threatened her earlier, why couldn’t she have spoken up sooner? Ultimately, it was a lack of trust in them.

However, she hadn’t acted in the end, so he couldn’t say much. The real culprit was still William. The current situation was all because of William.

With this in mind, Emanuele could only contain his anger and tell Evelyn, “Don’t disturb Isabella.”

Evelyn immediately stopped crying, covering her mouth with her hand. Elisa walked over and led Evelyn out. She, too, was distraught and filled with guilt. She hadn’t detected the issue with the food, and she had failed in her duties. Even though she had scrutinized many suspicious areas, she had never imagined that their food would be poisoned!

William was now not only harming Isabella’s child. What if he decided to poison and kill them all? It seemed that William would easily succeed.

That cunning and treacherous William, lurking in the shadows, always resorting to such sinister tactics.

Elisa looked at Evelyn. “Evelyn, don’t blame yourself. You are not responsible for this. It was our failure to protect Isabella.”

If they had checked the food every day, this problem wouldn’t have arisen.

Who could have anticipated this…?

Gradually, Evelyn’s emotions settled. She looked at Elisa, “I really don’t know how to face Isabella now.”

Just then, Evelyn’s phone rang. William had sent her a message: “I heard Isabella’s child is gone? Congratulations, Evelyn. Your parents are safe, and so are you.”

Reading the message, Evelyn’s chest heaved. She wanted to kill William; she wanted to kill him!

Soon, Evelyn calmed herself. She knew that breaking down emotionally wouldn’t help. After all, William was probably waiting to see her crumble.

Evelyn’s eyes were red from crying, her face worn, but deep within her eyes, there was a look of determination.

Evelyn told William, “Emanuele blames me. He wants me to leave. It’s all because of you. Because of you, I have nowhere to go now!”

After a while, William messaged her, “Very well, Evelyn. Come back to me since Emanuele doesn’t want you.”

“You’re dreaming! William, even if I have nowhere to go, I won’t come to see you,” Evelyn replied, putting her phone back in her pocket. She was waiting for William to come to her, and this time, she should be able to win the gamble.