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I Fled After a Call From Future Me Chapter 10
Emilia's POVThree days later, Michele's body was transported back to the country.A grand memorial service was held in the city center.After it ended, Michele's assistant, Domenico Fontana, called me on the phone."Ms. Amato, Mr. Barone left his entire estate to you. May I know when you'll return to handle the paperwork?"I was silent for a moment before replying, "I will not accept his estate. Please donate everything to the humanitarian aid fund established in his name."With that, I ended the call.Meanwhile, in the basement, Gianna learned of Michele's death from the news on television. She started throwing herself against the walls and shrieking hysterically."No, that's impossible! Michele can't be dead! He promised he'd take care of me forever!"No one paid any attention to her screams. Instead, they reinforced the basement door with stronger locks and steadily increased the dosage of the sedatives.The order Michele had once given had become a reality—Gianna would n
I Fled After a Call From Future Me Chapter 9
Emilia's POVThe medics arrived, carrying stretchers."Dr. Amato, are you alright?""I'm fine." I lowered my head to examine the kids' wounds.Vincenzo walked up beside me and looked down at the body on the ground."Dr. Amato, Mr. Barone… He—"I cut him off and turned to walk toward the operating table."Transfer his body over to the embassy. They'll get in touch with his family to make the funeral arrangements."That night, after performing the last surgery of the day, I didn't rest as I usually did. Instead, I sat on the sandbags outside the tent and looked up at the starry sky.Scenes from the past kept surfacing in my mind, from the first time Michele drove me home to when he first held my hand.The day I went into anaphylactic shock from eating seafood, he had kept vigil outside the emergency room the entire night. Before that, he had carried me on his back across two blocks and vowed to stay by my side as long as we lived.I'd once believed we would be together forever
I Fled After a Call From Future Me Chapter 8
Third-Person POVLate at night, the piercing wail of air raid sirens echoed across the entire camp.The enemy had launched an attack. Militants stormed into the outpost. Gunfire and explosions rang out one after another, flames illuminating the night sky.Several vehicles mounted with heavy machine guns tore into the camp. Masked gunmen sprayed bullets in every direction. People fled in panic.Michele leapt from his makeshift cot and grabbed his coat, rushing out.There was only one thought in his mind—to find Emilia.He ran frantically against the fleeing crowd toward the medical tent, shouting Emilia's name over and over.A stray bullet grazed his shoulder, drawing blood immediately. However, he paid no attention to it.His gaze was fixed on the tent, half of which had already collapsed.Emilia was shielding two injured local kids as they laboriously made their way toward the bomb shelter.Emilia didn't have any protective gear. Her slender figure stood out sharply against
I Fled After a Call From Future Me Chapter 7
Third-Person POVIn the following two weeks, Michele lingered outside the medical camp every single day. Afraid of incurring Emilia's disgust, he didn't dare come close. All he did was watch her from a distance.He looked into everything she'd been through over the past five years.That night, after the party, Emilia hadn't boarded the plane. Instead, she'd followed a medical aid team and flown to the Listoria war zone on a military transport aircraft.In the five years since, she'd traveled across this war-torn land. Not only had she completed over a thousand surgeries and saved countless lives, but she'd also received a medal from the United Nations as recognition of her humanitarian work. In fact, the locals regarded her as a hero.There was another record in the file.Three years ago, the medical outpost where she was stationed had come under attack by armed militants. They'd been besieged for a full 72 hours. When supplies ran out, Emilia picked up a weapon.In the photo at
I Fled After a Call From Future Me Chapter 6
Third-Person POVFive years later, a small-scale armed conflict had just ended at the border of Listoria.Michele stood dressed all in black outside a makeshift field medical tent. His frame was gaunt, the dark circles under his eyes etched deep with five years of relentless, sleepless exhaustion.Over the past five years, he had largely withdrawn from the day-to-day management of the Moretti family. In fact, he had become a man adrift outside the family's system.He had long since violated the Moretti family's ironclad code of conduct with his prolonged absences without leave and extended stays abroad.Had he not been constantly donating vast sums of money and medical equipment to overseas war zones, which built up a good reputation and philanthropic prestige for the family, Don Moretti would never have tolerated his behavior.During those years, Michele had poured all his spare energy and what remained of his assets into cross-border humanitarian aid. Wherever war raged or the
I Fled After a Call From Future Me Chapter 5
Third-Person POVThe phone slipped from Michele's hand.He'd always prided himself on being rational, but in that moment, he lost it completely."No, that's impossible! Absolutely impossible!"He rushed out of the apartment and sped toward the airport at full speed.Outside, the rain was coming down in sheets. No matter how hard the wipers worked, they couldn't keep the windshield clear.Apart from the words "lost contact", "thunderstorm", and "low survival rate" swirling around, his mind was a complete blank.He refused to believe it. He thought Emilia was just throwing a tantrum.The airport terminal was in chaos.The families of the passengers on the missing flight wailed in grief, while the staff tried desperately to calm the crowd.Every sound grated on his nerves. Michele charged to the service desk and grabbed the staff member by the arm."Where's Emilia? She was on that flight!"The staff member, startled by Michele's bloodshot eyes, stammered, "S-sir, the search an
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