Dangerous Secrets: My Mafia Stepbrother

Isabella wasted no time. She instructed Phillip to turn on a flashlight, while she soaked a cloth in alcohol to disinfect Emanuele’s wound. But before that, she had to carefully tear away the blood-soaked bandages that had clotted around the injury. As she did, Emanuele couldn’t help but grimace in pain, despite her cautious approach.

Once the old bandages were removed, Isabella started to clean Emanuele’s wound with alcohol, which stung even more. Emanuele couldn’t help but let out a muffled groan.

“Endure it,” Isabella said sternly. She had to clean the wound to prevent any infection, and she knew it was vital.

After disinfecting the wound, she took out sterilized tweezers and began to delicately probe for the bullet fragment. As she worked, she couldn’t help but furrow her brow. The bullet was lodged in a tricky spot, close to a major blood vessel. Removing it could lead to severe bleeding.

“Perhaps it’s best if we go to the hospital,” Isabella suggested.

Emanuele immediately shook his head, a resolute look in his eyes. “I can’t go to the hospital.”

Isabella sighed. She knew Emanuele was stubborn about seeking medical attention.

He didn’t want to go, and she couldn’t force him.

“Alright, I’ll do my best,” she thought, hoping that with luck, there wouldn’t be excessive bleeding.

Thinking about this, Isabella carefully probed Emanuele’s wound. Her eyes focused on the injury as she pinpointed the exact location of the bullet.

Through the bloody and gruesome wound, amidst the strong scent of blood, Isabella furrowed her brows. She diligently extracted the bullet and immediately pressed a towel against Emanuele’s wound. The entire procedure was swift.

She looked up at Emanuele, who appeared to be in a good state of mind and physical condition.

“Thank goodness,” Isabella couldn’t help but sigh with relief. As long as Emanuele’s spirits were fine, there shouldn’t be any major issues.

To ensure there were no leftover bullet fragments and the wound was clean, Isabella conducted a thorough examination before proceeding to stitch up Emanuele’s wound.

Everyone present had their eyes fixed on Isabella. Emanuele, who had previously been treated by her, remained relatively calm.NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

The others, like Tony and Phillip, wore expressions of utter shock. They were aware that Isabella was a doctor, but they hadn’t expected her to handle such situations. After all, she had only recently graduated from college.

Tony and Harry had personally seen her unwavering composure during a previous attack. They had seen her handle a gun and tend to their wounds afterward, earning their profound respect.

However, Isabella’s actions today managed to astonish them once again.

The rest of Emanuele’s men were equally impressed, as they had never seen Isabella perform these medical tasks. Witnessing her maintain composure during such a critical moment left them in awe.

With her task complete, Isabella washed away the bloodstains from her hands and clothing. Despite the gruesome scene and Emanuele’s blood-soaked appearance, she didn’t find it frightening. She knew she had just saved a life.

She found herself fearful of such gruesome sights, typically because of people like Emanuele who held life so cheaply. Witnessing a life slipping away before her eyes was what truly frightened Isabella and sometimes even made her feel queasy.

However, when she was rescuing someone, no matter how gruesome their wounds, she could remain composed.

After finishing with her task, Isabella realized that those strong men in the living room were intently watching her. She was a bit puzzled and asked, “What are you looking at? Do any of you need help with your injuries?”

“No, thank you, ma’am,” they immediately waved her off. They knew that even if they had minor injuries, they could handle them on their own.

With Emanuele’s wound treated, Isabella asked, “Would you like to rest for a while?”

She could see the exhaustion in Emanuele’s eyes. Bloodshot and marked with dark circles, he appeared utterly fatigued.

Emanuele nodded, aware that he hadn’t had proper rest for several days. Coupled with the intense battle they had just fought, he knew it was time for him to take a break.

Seeing that they were no longer needed in the room, Phillip and the others quietly left.

Isabella supported Emanuele back to their room, and he requested, “Could you fill the bathtub for me? I’d like to soak for a bit.”

Isabella was surprised to hear such a polite request from him. In the past, Emanuele’s words were typically commands. What he said, he expected to be done without question, and no one could challenge him. Today, he had requested something from her.

However, Emanuele didn’t reply to her question.

He was too exhausted, feeling as though he might fall asleep any second, yet a sense of unease gnawed at him. He had come prepared to capture Frederick, to make him pay for his actions. He had brought many men with him, and yet, they had missed their target. The fact that Frederick had constructed an escape tunnel was something Emanuele had failed to anticipate. The old man was far more cautious and resourceful than he had imagined.

Emanuele believed that Frederick’s longevity was a testament to his cunning. Frustration weighed heavily on him.

Emanuele decided to call Isidoro. “Isidoro, Frederick escaped through a tunnel. Do you have any leads on him?”

“Is that so?” Isidoro sounded surprised. “That’s not good. He’s bound to be more cautious now. Finding him will be much harder.”

“I know,” Emanuele said with a very grim expression.

Because he was well aware of this, he brought so many people with him, eager to raze Frederick’s hideout to the ground. But he didn’t expect that the cunning old man had a trick up his sleeve.

Emanuele’s face was extremely grim at this moment. Although they had almost wiped out Frederick’s subordinates, as long as Frederick was still alive, it meant he might still be lurking in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity to strike. Emanuele had fought against him and knew how tenacious he could be. This feeling was far from pleasant.

“Alright, don’t dwell on it. If I get any news about him, I’ll notify you immediately,” Isidoro said.

After their conversation, Isabella walked out of the bathroom. “Emanuele, you can go take a bath now.”

“Okay,” Emanuele replied. He started walking towards the bathroom, but halfway there, he stopped and turned to look at Isabella. “Want to join me?”

“No!” Isabella immediately refused. Even though she hadn’t seen Emanuele for a long time and was happy to be reunited, she also wanted to be considerate. Emanuele was injured and exhausted, and she was afraid he might overexert himself. She hoped he would take a bath, rest, and regain his strength.