His innocent wife is a dangerous hacker.-Chapter 526 Pathetic

Bella’s breath caught in her throat. A cold wave of grief and guilt washed over her. Those men had families. They had dedicated their lives to Leo’s safety. For a moment, she couldn’t speak. She just nodded numbly, the horror of it sinking in.

Swallowing hard, she forced herself back to the present. "I have contacted Dr. Aris Thorne," she announced, her voice gaining strength. "He is preparing his facility. We are moving Leo as soon as the transport team arrives. Gather everything. We leave nothing and no one behind here."

"Yes, ma’am," Atlas said, a flash of admiration in his eyes for Bella’s decisive action.

The boss had been clear before losing consciousness: Do not inform the family. My wife is hosting an important event with friends and family. I don’t want to ruin her happiness. Once I’m patched up, I’ll join her myself.

They had followed orders, trusting that he would wake up after treatment. But he never did. The silence that followed had filled them all with a dread that grew heavier with each passing hour.

The tense quiet was shattered when a man in a crisp white coat strode in, his expression one of practiced authority that faltered the moment he took in the scene. This was Dr. Tristan Vance, Arya’s brother. His eyes darted from Bella to the guards, finally settling on his sister.

"What is happening here?" he demanded, his voice sharp.

"Brother!" Arya cried, rushing to his side, her voice dripping with wounded theatrics. "She just barged in uninvited! I tried to maintain the quiet, but she shouted at me! And now... now she’s trying to move him to a different facility! She’s disrupting everything!"

Tristan’s eyes widened in shock, then narrowed as he turned to Atlas. "You... why is she here? Why are you not in your post?" His question was aimed at the guard, but the confusion was clear. He had assumed his patient was under his complete, isolated control.

"The patient’s wife has arrived, Doctor," Atlas stated, his tone cold and formal, a clear dismissal of Tristan’s proprietary attitude.

Tristan blinked, processing this, before his attention snapped back to his sister. "And you, Arya. Why are you even in here? I told you this room was off-limits for a reason."

Arya pouted, affecting a childish demeanor. "I was bored," she whined, but her gaze drifted past him, back to Leo on the bed. A faint, possessive blush tinted her cheeks as she looked at him.

Bella saw it. The way Arya’s eyes lingered on Leo’s unconscious form wasn’t one of medical concern or generic pity. She had a crush on her husband. Bella’s blood ran cold. Without a word, Bella took a deliberate step to the side, positioning herself squarely between Arya and the bed, physically blocking the other woman’s view.

Arya’s face instantly darkened.

"And why are you disrupting my patient’s critical care?" Tristan demanded, his voice rising as he took a step toward Bella. He gestured sharply at Leo. "I am in the middle of healing him! Moving him now could be catastrophic. It could reopen the wound, cause septic shock, or worse! Your emotional outburst is a danger to his recovery!"

Bella turned her head slowly to look at him. Her face was a mask of cold calm, but her eyes held a glacial fire. "I am not the one disturbing him," she stated, her voice low and measured, yet cutting through his bluster. "Your sister is. She confiscated his personal phone. She was screaming at the top of her lungs in this room. She even attempted to assault me." Bella’s gaze flickered to Arya, who shrank back slightly. "You should focus on educating your sister on basic decorum and patient privacy. Now, be quiet. My husband needs rest, not your family’s theatrics."

Without granting him another glance, she turned her back on them both and sat in the chair beside the bed. Her defiance was a wall. But as she looked down at Leo’s pale, still face, the wall cracked. Her heart broke all over again, splintering into a thousand pieces of fear and love. She reached out, her fingers gently brushing a strand of hair from his forehead, her own composure held together by the thinnest of threads.

Arya stood fuming, her eyes burning with jealousy as she watched Bella tenderly brush Leo’s hair.

Before Arya could spit another venomous word, her brother’s hand closed like a vice around her upper arm. "Enough," Tristan hissed, his voice dangerously low. He yanked her toward the door, ignoring her sputtered protests, and pulled her out into the hallway.

He didn’t stop until they were inside a small, cluttered office down the hall. Shoving her inside, he closed the door and turned the lock with a sharp click. The sound sealed them in a bubble of furious tension.

"You stupid, foolish girl!" he exploded, the professional facade completely gone, replaced by the raw, ambitious man beneath. He paced a short, angry line in front of her. "Do you have any idea who that man is? That is Leonardo Moretti! His family’s wealth could fund this city ten times over!"

Arya’s eyes widened, her own anger momentarily eclipsed by shock. She knew the name held power, but not that kind of power.

"I have been treating him, carefully, perfectly, for four days!" Tristan continued, jabbing a finger at her. "My plan was flawless! Once he woke up, grateful for his life, indebted to my skill, I would present my proposal. The funding to build my own world-class hospital, the Tristan Vance Medical Center! A legacy! All I needed was his signature and his gratitude!"

He stopped pacing and glared at her, his face a mask of bitter frustration. "And then you, with your childish jealousy and your screaming! You gave his wife every reason to pull him out of my care the moment she could! You have ruined everything! Because of your pathetic self, my entire future is collapsing!"

Arya stared at him, her brother’s words hitting her like physical blows. Her face turned pale.