Chapter 1: The Footage
The silence shattered the moment Dr. Adrian Hale stormed into the suite.
He wasn’t just any doctor—he was the head of the hospital.
And more importantly… he was Khloe’s uncle.
One look at her on the floor, pale and trembling, clutching her abdomen, and something primal ignited behind his calm, clinical eyes.
“Call the emergency team. Now.”
Nurses rushed in. Marcus dropped to his knees beside Khloe, his hands shaking as he reached for her.
“Khloe… stay with me.”
She didn’t answer. Her lips trembled, her breathing shallow, her focus fixed only on protecting the life inside her.
Behind them, Isabella’s act continued.
“I told you—she attacked me!” she cried, clutching her arm as if injured.
Dr. Hale didn’t even look at her.
Instead, he turned to the security officer who had just arrived.
“Pull the footage from this floor. Immediately.”
For the first time… Isabella’s composure cracked.
Minutes later, in the security room, the truth played out in cold, unforgiving clarity.
Every shove.
Every word.
Every kick.
Captured.
Undeniable.
Marcus watched in silence.
Then, slowly… he stood.
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And the man who had once tolerated Isabella Rossi’s presence… disappeared.
“Call the police.”
