NovelFinishChapter 445 The Walsh family was paralyzed with terror, their faces drained of all color.
No one could have imagined that a simple gathering would end like this. Someone had actually gotten hurt-right here, in their own home.
How could they possibly calm Victor's fury now? Olivia forced herself to look composed, though her eyes were red-rimmed. She shot a furious glare at Sally and Leda, who were both collapsed on the floor.
Useless, both of them.
Kemp's expression was grim as he issued a curt order. "Pull up every security camera in the Walsh estate. No one leaves until we get to the bottom of this." The hospital was cold and sterile.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtFinley, dressed in his white doctor's coat, rushed down the hall with several senior specialists trailing behind him. They'd all heard the news and hurried to the emergency room.
Inside, Isadora lay motionless on the hospital bed, eyes closed.
Finley's brow furrowed deeply. "What's the patient's status?" Several doctors stood nearby, their faces tense. One quickly stepped forward to answer.
"She's pregnant, but her body temperature has dropped dangerously low due to severe exposure to cold. Her condition is critical. We need to bring her temperature up immediately or both she and the baby are at serious risk." Victor stood at Isadora's bedside, bloodshot eyes locked on her face. He gripped her hand so tightly his knuckles turned white. His voice was hoarse, almost pleading. "Help me. Save her." Victor-proud, powerful Victor-had never begged for anything in his life.
In all the years Finley had known him, he'd never heard Victor sound like this before.
The words hit Finley hard. He looked up at Victor, who stood frozen at the edge of the bed, his body rigid with tension. Victor's long lashes cast shadows over his eyes, concealing whatever storm was brewing inside, but the air around him was heavy with despair.
Finley knew Victor was teetering on the edge of collapse.
All he could do was save Isadora.
Because if anything happened to her, Finley had no idea what Victor might do.
Finley reached out, placing a firm, reassuring hand on Victor's shoulder.
"Victor, you need to step outside and let us do our work." Victor didn't move. Tall and imposing, he stood rooted to the spot, his black eyes fixed on Isadora, dark and hollow.
The other doctors exchanged uneasy glances.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThey'd already asked Victor to wait outside, but the sheer anger radiating off him made them hesitate to push further.
Finley knew there wasn't a second to waste. He dropped his voice, urgent and firm.
"Victor, if you want Isadora to make it, you have to leave. Otherwise, I can't guarantee her safety." That finally got through.
Victor slowly released Isadora's hand, his gaze unfocused, raw and wild like a wounded animal barely holding itself together. He walked out of the emergency room in a daze. Finley followed, his footsteps heavy.
Suddenly, Victor spun around and grabbed Finley by the collar of his coat, his eyes bloodshot and fierce is eyes p He spoke in a low, deadly voice, each word clipped and cold. "NO matter what happens, save the mother." Finley froze.
He'd been about to ask Victor the squestion-who to save, if it
cdown to it. Both Isadora and her unborn child were in critical m danger. He met Victor's gaze, his own expression grave. After a moment, he nodded solemnly. "You have my word."
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