Dangerous Secrets: My Mafia Stepbrother

On the phone, Phillip didn’t know what had happened, but hearing Emanuele’s worried tone, he realized something was wrong.

Thinking quickly, Phillip immediately shouted, “Quickly leave the hospital, get out of here.”

He looked at the shocked Isabella and said, “Madam, hurry, the hospital is not safe.”

Isabella hurriedly followed Phillip, as others were also moving injured patients.

Though not aware of the specific situation, Phillip knew to trust Emanuele’s judgment. If Emanuele believed the hospital was unsafe, then it was time to evacuate.

But before they reached the exit, three operating rooms suddenly reverberated with a deafening explosion. Simultaneously, a blast wave swept over, destroying everything in sight. Isabella saw her body being lifted up, and the next moment, she lost consciousness.

Phillip never hung up his phone. At the moment of the explosion, Emanuele heard a tremendous blast at the other end of the line. Even through the phone, Emanuele felt the reverberation, as if his own body had exploded.

“Phillip, Phillip, are you okay?” Emanuele shouted, but there was no response from the other end of the line.

This left Emanuele feeling blank, unable to think of anything. Blood surged through his veins, growing hotter, as if his body would be consumed by fire. He wanted to return to Chicago immediately, to understand the situation.

At this moment, if he didn’t know what had happened, he would be a fool.

To Emanuele, New York was just a pretext. He had been lured here by others, while their true goal was to strike at his Chicago headquarters. The hospital being destroyed would result in the loss of many of his personnel, something Emanuele wasn’t overly concerned about. But he was very worried about Isabella. Just moments ago, he had told Phillip to take Isabella and leave, only to have an explosion occur shortly after.

Thinking about these events, Emanuele felt an unbearable heaviness in his heart, as if it were about to explode. His world was crumbling, similar to the explosion at the other end of the phone. Emanuele felt as though he, too, was being torn apart by the explosion.

“Please, Isabella, please, you must be safe, you must not be harmed. I cannot imagine what the world would be like without you.”

He couldn’t fathom it, always feeling as though a piece of his heart would be missing, and perhaps the remaining bit of life in him would fade away along with it.

With these thoughts, Emanuele wished he could leave immediately and return to Chicago. However, booking a flight and confirming the schedule would take time. At this moment, Emanuele could only continue making calls and send people to check the situation over there.

Zak saw that Emanuele was so tense that he couldn’t even hold the phone. He comforted Emanuele while asking him not to make calls, as he arranged for others to do so. However, on Emanuele’s side, only Phillip, Tony, and Harry were closer associates. Even James had come to New York with Emanuele. Phillip and Isabella were together, and now they could only hope that Tony and Harry would provide some information.

Zak called Tony, and soon the call was answered.

“Tony, what’s the situation?”

“Damn it, it’s terrible. We have no idea what happened! The entire hospital has been completely destroyed, and now it’s just a pile of rubble. God, Madam is still inside. I’ve already contacted someone to come over.”

Because he was so eager to make contact, he hadn’t yet informed Emanuele of the situation.

Now, having received a call from Zak, Tony immediately asked, “Does the boss know about this?”

“He already knows. He’s very worried about Phillip and Isabella. Can you find them?” Zak replied.

At this point, James had already mobilized all of Chicago’s personnel to the hospital.

“We’ve been looking. Harry is contacting people now. Zak, we were just outside the hospital and didn’t see any suspicious individuals enter. Why did this happen?”

“I just heard the boss talking to Phillip. It seems that several severely injured people were brought to the hospital, and their injuries were all similar. Shortly after, the explosion occurred. We suspect that bombs were implanted inside those people’s bodies.”

It must have been this way, otherwise, such a sudden explosion wouldn’t have occurred. And they had been complacent, assuming they were their people, and immediately admitting them to the hospital upon seeing their injuries, forgetting that something might be amiss.

They had already purchased flight tickets and were waiting for the plane to take off. However, even so, they couldn’t arrive immediately.

“I see. Zak, is the boss doing okay? Tell him not to worry. I believe Madam willbe fine. She’s so young and kind, surely God will protect her.”

Zak truly hoped so. After ending the call, he turned and saw that Emanuele was surrounded by smoke. His whole body exuded a bloody, menacing aura, his eyes red and bloodshot. Yet, he continued to smoke, puffing away with intensity, swiftly finishing one cigarette and reaching for another. His face was devoid of expression, cold and silent, as if his soul had departed, leaving behind an empty shell.

Zak was somewhat fearful seeing Emanuele in this state. He had worked alongside Emanuele for a long time, mainly in the field of computer networking, and was not as well-rounded as Phillip. After Phillip was seriously injured, Emanuele had brought him close. Now, Zak thought that if Phillip were here, he would surely be able to comfort Emanuele. But now, both Phillip and Isabella were in the hospital, and he didn’t know if they were safe.This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

“Boss, just now Tony told me that he’s mobilized many men in the city to search for Madam. I’m sure Madam is fine,” Zak reassured Emanuele.

Emanuele nodded, but he remained silent.

Zak looked at the images of the hospital turned into a ruin on the computer screen and couldn’t help but sigh. Surviving in there would indeed be extremely difficult.

On the other side, James had also contacted his men and ordered them to rush to the hospital to see what had happened. Then he returned to Emanuele’s side, and the three of them sat in the room, the atmosphere becoming exceptionally heavy.

After a while, Emanuele called Jessie, “Jessie, do you know who is behind this group of people?”

“I do. It seems that the Sicilians are pulling the strings, but I don’t know the details. I also know that their aim is to lure you to New York and attack Chicago.”