The ambulance doors slammed shut just as the hospital's executive elevator opened.

Dr. Jonathan Parker stepped into the hallway.

The hospital director.

One of the most respected surgeons in New York.

And Khloe's uncle.

The moment he saw blood leading from the VIP suite, his expression changed.

"What happened?"

No one answered.

Marcus stood frozen beside the doorway, unable to process what he had just witnessed.

Inside the room, paramedics were lifting Khloe onto a stretcher.

She clutched her stomach, her face pale with pain.

"My baby..." she whispered.

Jonathan rushed to her side.

"Khloe."

She looked up through tears.

"Uncle..."

His jaw tightened.

"Take her to Operating Room Three."

"Now."

The medical team disappeared down the hallway.

Jonathan slowly turned.

His eyes landed on Isabella.

She had wrapped a blanket around herself and was pretending to cry.

"It was self-defense," she sobbed.

"She attacked me."

Marcus finally found his voice.

"Jonathan... I walked in after it happened."

"I didn't see—"

"You don't have to."

Jonathan interrupted him.

Then he looked toward the head of hospital security.

"Bring me every recording from the VIP floor."

Isabella's breathing stopped.

"What?"

"The cameras."

Jonathan's voice remained calm.

"Every VIP suite in this hospital records twenty-four hours a day."

Her face lost all color.

Marcus looked from Jonathan to Isabella.

"You told me there weren't cameras."

"I..."

She stumbled backward.

"I forgot."

Jonathan's eyes hardened.

"You didn't forget."

"You never knew they existed."

Within minutes, the footage appeared on the conference room screen.

Doctors.

Police.

Hospital administrators.

Marcus.

Everyone watched in complete silence.

The recording showed Khloe entering the suite alone.

Then Isabella walking in behind her.

No argument.

No provocation.

Only Isabella speaking.

Then—

The first shove.

Khloe crashing into the marble table.

The second attack.

The kick.

Khloe collapsing onto the floor.

The room fell silent.

No one breathed.

The video continued.

Then came the moment Marcus entered.

Everyone watched Isabella instantly change.

The tears.

The trembling voice.

The performance.

Jonathan pressed pause.

"Would anyone still like to believe her?"

No one spoke.

Marcus couldn't take his eyes off the screen.

Every excuse he had ever made for Isabella...

Collapsed in front of him.

He slowly turned toward her.

"You lied to me."

Isabella stepped backward.

"It isn't what it looks like."

Marcus's voice became dangerously quiet.

"I watched it."

Police officers stepped forward.

"Miss Rossi..."

"You're under arrest for aggravated assault on a pregnant woman."

The handcuffs clicked shut.

For the first time in years...

Isabella Rossi looked truly afraid.

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