Chapter 1: The Truth Hidden in the Cameras
The silence inside the luxury hospital suite lasted only seconds.
Marcus Thorne slowly lowered himself beside his wife, ignoring Isabella's trembling performance. Khloe's breathing was shallow, one arm wrapped tightly around her swollen stomach.
"Call the trauma team," Marcus ordered.
Elaine didn't hesitate. She grabbed her radio and urgently requested emergency obstetric specialists.
Isabella wiped away fake tears.
"Marcus... she attacked me. I was only defending myself."
He never looked at her.
His entire attention remained fixed on Khloe.
"Stay with me," he whispered, brushing loose strands of hair from her face.
Before anyone else could speak, the suite doors burst open again.
A middle-aged man wearing a hospital executive badge hurried inside.
Dr. Richard Lawson.
Chief Administrator.
More importantly...
Khloe's uncle.
One glance at his niece lying on the marble floor made his face turn pale.
"What happened?"
Isabella immediately stepped forward.
"She became hysterical and—"
Richard raised one hand.
"I wasn't asking you."
He turned toward Marcus.
Marcus slowly stood.
"Check the security footage."
Richard's expression darkened.
"This suite has three synchronized cameras."
Isabella froze.
Three?
She had only noticed one.
Richard spoke quietly into his radio.
"Lock all recordings immediately. No one deletes a single second."
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For the first time that evening...
Fear entered Isabella's eyes.
