SWNOVELS Chapter 72: He Doesn'T Want To Know How Sad She Is
Chapter 72: He Doesn't Want to Know How Sad She Is
When Sophia found out that Emanuele was planning to marry Isabella off to Clark, she couldn't help but exclaim, "Oh my goodness, what on earth is happening? Isabella, you've just graduated. Emanuele can' possibly want you to get married! I can't let you go through with this!"
At the very least, it should be someone Isabella likes. But she knew Isabella wouldn't lie, and this was Emanuele's decision. Oh God, why would Emanuele want to marry Isabella to someone? "Don't worry, Isabella. Let me talk to your stepfather," Sophia said as she picked up the phone.
"Leo, what's going on? Why is Emanuele insisting that Isabella get married?" She had never heard Emanuele mention this before, and now he was saying that Isabella would marry Clark in a week. This was hard to accept.
Although her own time with Isabella had decreased since she got married, Isabella was her only daughter, and she didn't want to just give away her happiness for the rest of her life.
"I haven't heard of this either," Leo was also puzzled. "But I believe Emanuele must have his reasons. I'll ask him."
Coincidentally, Emanuele had also arrived today, and he overheard Sophia talking to Isabella and learned that she had told her mother about the impending marriage.
"It's like this, the situation is tense right now, and Isabella is in danger. The Sicilian Mafia is targeting her, and marrying Clark, the head of the Canadian Mafia, is the best choice to ensure her safety. Clark, you've met him, he's a good guy, and Isabella will be happy with him," Emanuele calmly explained his reasoning to Sophia and Leo.
Sophia and Leo exchanged a look, and they realized that Emanuele was probably right. Chicago was currently facing great risks, with the Sicilian Mafia eyeing them, and their subordinates dropping like flies. No one knew whose head the Grim Reaper's scythe would swing toward next.
After marrying Leo, Sophia knew the risks she would have to shoulder as the Queen of the Mafia. Though Emanuele was powerful, they didn't know how long he could keep up his strength. If he was in danger, that would put their whole family at risk. Isabella wouldn't escape either.
Thinking about it, Sophia spoke to Isabella over the phone, "Isabella, did you hear that? Emanuele is doing this for your own good. We don't have any other choice, and you should trust him. He's doing it to ensure your safety."
"Yeah, I agree with Emanuele's idea," Leo added, emphasizing the rationale behind the decision. "Isabella, just follow through with the wedding. It's all for your benefit."
On the other end of the line, Isabella realized that even her mother thought Emanuele's decision was right. If marrying Clark was the way to secure her happiness, and it had come to this point, what else could she say?
Isabella felt like she was engulfed in darkness, with no light to be seen. She could barely breathe, tears streaming down her face, yet she didn't want anyone to know her vulnerability. Without saying a word, she hung up the phone.
Isabella lay weakly on her bed, her tears long dried. She felt like an empty doll without a soul.
Lilly paced outside Isabella's room, walking back and forth. She looked at Tony and Harry and said, "What can we do now? I feel like Isabella, locked up in her room, will eventually go mad."
Lilly could tell that Isabella was truly heartbroken. She liked Emanuele so much, but he was handing her over to someone else. Lilly felt for the young girl.
"We don't know what to do. All we can do is ensure her safety; the rest isn't our business," Tony replied.
Both he and Harry had only had casual flings. They had never truly dated because their line of work typically left little time for romance. How could they understand a woman's mind?
They didn't understand why Isabella was so heartbroken. Marrying the head of the Canadian Mafia, a young and handsome man, was a dream for many girls. She hadn't even put in any effort and had become the Queen of the Mafia. They couldn't fathom why she was so sad. It left them clueless about how to comfort her.
Looking at the two men in front of her, who were as stoic as wood, Lilly couldn't help but shake her head and sigh, "No wonder Emanuele arranged for me to take care of her. If it were you two trying to console her, she might as well be dead."
With these thoughts in mind, Lilly called Emanuele. "Emanuele, except for mealtime, Isabella stays in her room all day and refuses to come out. I'm very worried about her," Lilly said to Emanuele. In reality, it was also a test to see if Emanuele cared about Isabella.
"What's wrong with her?" Emanuele asked. At this moment, he was just finishing dealing with a warehouse attack case. These kinds of incidents had been happening recently. Although they were not large- scale, they were troublesome. It was evident that the Sicilian Mafia was retaliating against him because he had captured many of their members, and they were getting closer to their ultimate target. They were definitely getting desperate.
However, it didn't matter. It was only a matter of time before they found those responsible. But he had to minimize the loss of his personnel.
"I'm not sure what's going on. She seems to be resisting the marriage. Every time I see her, her eyes are red. I suspect she's been crying in her room every day. Oh, my poor Isabella. Why does she have to go through such a miserable experience?" Lilly didn't tell Emanuele directly that Isabella liked him. Perhaps he was aware of it but pretending not to know. She knew that revealing Isabella's feelings would only make her look more vulnerable. In the world of emotions, the one who falls in love first often seems more vulnerable. Unless she could sense that Emanuele had the slightest liking for Isabella, she wouldn't tell him that Isabella had feelings for him.
Listening to Lilly's words, Emanuele furrowed his brows. He could almost imagine Isabella in her room, crying. However, he preferred the strong, defiant side of her that wouldn't back down and dared to challenge him. That's what made her interesting.
He didn't like seeing her cry, unless it was in bed. So, when Lilly mentioned Isabella crying, Emanuele felt a slight pain in his chest as if something had pierced him. But he kept his composure. The situation was just too tense right now. He couldn't afford to be distracted and take care of Isabella.
"Tell Isabella that in the next few days, I will have Clark come to the top apartment to keep her company. Let's consider it as a newlywed couple getting to know each other. I hope she'll be willing to spend time with Clark," Emanuele said these words, and no one knew how much effort it took him to suppress his frustration.
He thought about the past when Clark had pursued Isabella. Back then, seeing them together made him angry, upset, and even madly kiss Isabella. But now, was he going to watch Isabella be with Clark? Emanuele felt a lump in his throat, a sense of sorrow creeping over him. This man who had always been on top, now felt like a defeated tiger, head hung low.
Lilly was astonished. "Emanuele, are you really going to do this? Isabella might very well die."
"She won't die," Emanuele quickly reverted to his usual indifference. "However sad she is, however heartbroken she is, I don't want to know. As long as she's alive and well, that's all that matters."