Dangerous Secrets: My Mafia Stepbrother

Grazia then took Nicholas in her arms. It had been some time, and Isabella noticed how much Nicholas had grown.

Children are like that, growing up so quickly in their early years.

Isabella immediately took Nicholas from Grazia’s arms. Nicholas, seeing Isabella, broke into an adorable smile.

“God, Nicholas is so adorable,” Isabella exclaimed, reaching out to pinch Nicholas’s chubby cheeks.

The child’s cheeks were tender and smooth, just like pudding, making Isabella feel as though her heart had instantly softened.

“Goodness, why does the world have such adorable creatures as babies? Look at his twinkling blue eyes, those long eyelashes, and his mouth moving as if he wants milk.”

He was so pure, so lovely.

“Let me have a look,” Emanuele walked over to Isabella’s side, catching sight of his nephew.This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

At that moment, this usually cold man’s heart seemed to soften.

Indeed, a very, very cute baby. Emanuele reached out and touched the baby’s cheek.

Nicholas looked at Emanuele and suddenly burst into tears.

Isabella immediately panicked and comforted Nicholas, telling Emanuele, “You’re too harsh; you’ve frightened him.”

“Am I really that harsh?”

Emanuele couldn’t help but touch his own cheek. Indeed, when he had no expression, he did appear quite stern.

However, he felt he had been as gentle as possible in front of Nicholas. He hadn’t expected the little baby to be so afraid of him.

Emanuele felt aggrieved: “Isabella, I don’t think I’m that harsh.”

“Perhaps it’s your demeanor, Emanuele. You look even more stern than Rocco at first; when Rocco first interacted with Nicholas, he would cry too, but now he’s used to it.”

Babies are sensitive to the aura of people; some babies are shy, and it’s rare for a baby like Nicholas to be so unsuspicious. However, he also gets scared of adults who appear fierce.

Isabella cradled Nicholas, singing nursery rhymes to him. Her voice was gentle, her eyes shining as she watched Nicholas smile, making everyone present feel as though Isabella were an angel.

“Isabella, you really look like a mother,” Grazia couldn’t help but marvel.

She was Nicholas’s mother, but seeing Isabella cradle and soothe Nicholas, she felt Isabella seemed like a mother too.

This young lady’s aura had changed. At first, she seemed so youthful and vibrant, but now Isabella’s demeanor had become gentle and somewhat mature.

Thinking back to when Isabella had a miscarriage, Grazia couldn’t help but think that Isabella must really want a child.

Emanuele’s thoughts echoed Grazia’s.

Watching Isabella tenderly soothe the child, singing gentle lullabies, Nicholas gradually calmed down, even becoming drowsy.

For some reason, Emanuele’s heart ached terribly, as if it were being cut open with a knife, a continuous pain that made him feel very uncomfortable.

It constantly reminded him that once, Isabella also had a child. At this moment, Isabella’s child had been born, and could have been a sibling to Grazia’s child. Unfortunately, it was his failure to protect Isabella, to provide her with enough protection, that led to the loss of their child.

Now Isabella had psychological scars. Whenever he mentioned wanting a child with Isabella, she refused. This matter had become a knot in Isabella’s heart.

Emanuele didn’t know what he could do to help Isabella move on.

Isabella handed Nicholas back to Grazia, who carried him back to the nursery to sleep peacefully. Then, she came out to chat with Isabella and Emanuele.

Grazia shared with Emanuele the experiences with Nicholas when he was born, moments Emanuele had missed while dealing with the affairs in Chicago. Now, Grazia could only recount those moments herself.

Emanuele listened attentively. In the past, he had little interest in children. Even when others brought their children to him to play, he remained disinterested. But now, perhaps because this child belonged to Grazia, his own sister, Emanuele inexplicably found himself very fond of the child. He also wanted to have a child of his own.

Unfortunately, he had lost a child before. Now, he and Isabella avoided discussing the matter.

They chatted for a while, and then Isabella excused herself to the bathroom.

Grazia immediately said to Emanuele, “Emanuele, you see, Nicholas is so cute and well-behaved. Rocco and I both love him, and we will protect him with our lives. You and Isabella should have a child as soon as possible.”

“Isabella has not yet moved on from her past trauma”Slowly does it, but, Emanuele, you’re a man, you need to take the initiative. Isabella likes you a lot, and you like her. Now that things in Chicago have stabilized, I think you two can get along well and have a child. She has inner wounds now, and the arrival of a child might make her happier.”

Emanuele nodded, his well-defined fingers intertwined tightly, showing how hard he was trying to control his emotions.

Will it really be like this? But he knew Isabella very well. If she were to get pregnant before her internal wounds had healed, it would be a terrible thing.

After Isabella returned from the bathroom, Grazia stopped discussing the matter with Emanuele.

In the evening, Grazia had already prepared a sumptuous dinner.

Seeing Isabella and Emanuele finally, Grazia was very happy.

“How many days are you planning to stay in Italy? It’s not often you come, so why not stay for a month?”

“We can only stay for a week; there’s a lot of work to handle, and Isabella has just started working again.”

“Really? Isabella, where are you working now?”

“I’m helping members of the Mafia with their injuries. It’s really tough,” Isabella said.

“God, Isabella, you’re amazing,” Grazia felt that people like Isabella were the true Mafia queen. She could help Emanuele, unlike herself, who seemed unable to do anything except for pleasure.

“I wish I had your abilities.”

Isabella shook her head, “Grazia, I too envy you for having such a lovely baby, for becoming a mother.”

As Isabella laughed, she felt a slight bitterness in her eyes, and the atmosphere suddenly became tinged with sadness.