Chapter 2: The Truth Beneath the Cameras
Chapter 2: The Truth Beneath the Cameras
Marcus didn't move.
His eyes darted from Isabella's untouched designer heels to the shards of broken glass surrounding Khloe.
Then he noticed something else.
A thin stream of blood slowly stained the white fabric beneath his wife's knees.
"Khloe..."
His voice cracked.
Khloe struggled to breathe as another wave of pain tightened around her abdomen.
"Our baby..."
Those two words shattered whatever disbelief Marcus still held.
"Call the trauma team!" he shouted.
Within seconds, doctors and nurses rushed into the luxury hospital suite.
One physician pushed Marcus aside while another carefully stabilized Khloe.
"No one touches the patient except medical staff."
As Isabella attempted to slip quietly toward the hallway, a calm voice echoed behind her.
"I wouldn't recommend leaving."
Everyone turned.
A distinguished man in a navy suit stood beside the hospital security chief.
His silver hair and composed expression carried the quiet authority that silenced an entire hallway.
Elaine immediately recognized him.
"Director Bennett..."
Dr. Jonathan Bennett—the billionaire founder and director of St. Augustine Medical Center—walked directly toward Khloe.
The moment he saw her pale face, his composure disappeared.
"My niece."
His voice trembled.
"Who did this to my niece?"
The room froze.
Marcus stared in disbelief.
"Niece?"
Jonathan looked at him with controlled anger.
"You married her three years ago."
"You never wondered why she refused to use her maiden name in public?"
Khloe whispered weakly.
"Uncle..."
Jonathan gently squeezed her hand.
"I'm here."
Marcus felt the ground disappear beneath him.
For years, he had believed Khloe came from an ordinary family.
He had never known she belonged to the Bennett family—the owners of one of the country's largest private hospital networks.
Before anyone could speak again, Jonathan turned toward Security Chief Daniel Cross.
"Seal every exit."
"No one leaves this hospital."
"Pull every surveillance camera from the gala, the hallway, and this suite."
"If someone harmed my niece..."
His eyes settled on Isabella.
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"...I want every second preserved."
Isabella's confident smile finally began to fade.
