Chapter 193: The miscarriage
The drive to the hospital was a blur of flashing streetlights and screeching tires. Theodore’s eyes darted back and forth between the road and Bella, whose labored breaths and pained expressions tore at his heart.
His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, knuckles white with tension. Anger churned within him—not just at O’Neil, but at himself for failing to protect Bella.
"Just hold on," he mumbled. "We’re almost there."
Bella’s vision was fading, the pain becoming a distant echo. She barely registered Theodore’s voice, feeling a strange calm as her consciousness ebbed. The throbbing ache seemed to dull, replaced by a heavy numbness.
Finally, Theodore screeched to a halt outside the hospital, barely waiting for the car to stop before he scrambled out. With a desperate urgency, he lifted Bella from the backseat, carrying her toward the emergency room. Nurses and doctors rushed to meet him, their faces transforming from concern to alarm as they wheeled her away.
Theodore watched helplessly as they pushed Bella into the emergency room, his heart breaking. He pulled out his phone, hands trembling as he dialed Skyler’s number.
When Skyler answered, Theodore growled harshly, "What the hell are you doing, Skyler? I told you to handle O’Neil, and now he has gone after Bella!"
On the other end of the line, Skyler was at a loss for words. "S-Sir, I’ve already taken action against him," he stammered. "His assets are frozen, and he has been charged with fraud. He owes restitution to the victims he swindled, and if he can’t pay, he’ll be imprisoned."
"I don’t care about his legal troubles," Theodore barked with fury. "He attacked Bella and tried to kidnap her. If I hadn’t stepped in, I shudder to think what he would have done. She is hurt because she protected me. If anything happens to her, I swear I’ll burn this city to the ground."
"What? Bella is injured!" Skyler gasped, the shock evident in his tone.
"Find him," Theodore growled, his teeth clenched in rage. "I don’t care if you have to drag him out of hell, bring him to me."
He ended the call with a snap, his hand trembling as he turned toward the closed doors of the emergency room. The fire in his eyes slowly gave way to something else—deep, gnawing worry. The memory of Bella taking the knife for him flashed in his mind, and his chest tightened with guilt.