Marco continued to grip his hair tightly, with no definite news about Letta's condition after nearly twelve hours had passed. He couldn't see Letta with his own eyes. After the attempt to take Letta to the small hospital yielded no results, Marco promptly instructed Pedro to prepare a helicopter and take Letta to the major hospital in their city.When the helicopter landed on the hospital roof, drawing the attention of many, Marco swiftly ordered Pedro not to make the situation worse. What he needed to focus on now was how to get Letta immediate care. Several hours had passed, but the doctor hadn't come out to give any updates on Letta's condition. Marco rubbed his face roughly, ignoring the ringing phone and reports from Pedro, who was only observing Marco from the end of the corridor while receiving updates from some guards.Pedro realized that this wasn't the right time to provide information to Marco, so he chose to gather all the information before waiting for Marco to calm down.
Marco just stared blankly at Edward and Helena, who came to see him at the hospital, making Helena rub her face roughly."Mommy doesn't know how many times Mommy has come to see you in the hospital just because of that woman. Is her life just about coming in and out of this hospital? Then, what about her current condition? What happened to her that she could become this bad?" Helena asked, receiving reports from her subordinates who were spying on her son. Helena was somewhat surprised to hear that Marco had brought Letta to the downtown hospital using a helicopter, but she didn't get any further information. Therefore, Helena dragged Edward to meet Marco, who looked somewhat disheveled. For a week, Marco had abandoned his duties at the office and let his two secretaries handle the work, choosing to stay at the hospital to accompany Letta."What actually happened?" Edward asked, taking over the conversation, making Marco finally sit down."We can talk outside," Marco said in a cold vo
The days passed slowly for Marco, who could even hear every passing second clearly. He had left his executive chair for some time. Projects and client meetings had been handed over to Pedro, secretaries, and his trusted associates. For the past three months, Marco had been at the hospital, monitoring Letta's condition. Every day, he didn't want to miss any information from the doctors monitoring Letta. Although there had been no significant progress, Marco felt relieved knowing that the fetus in Letta's body was growing well despite the medical equipment. For Marco, that was enough as long as both of them remained close to him.Footsteps echoed clearly in Marco's ears as he gazed at Letta through the large window. The steps finally stopped behind him. Marco caught Arabella's reflection in the glass in front of him. They fell silent, both observing Letta's condition, before Arabella glanced at Marco's shadow in the glass."You look more miserable than the last time we met," Arabella sa
Marco must have just briefly left Letta's room to talk with Pedro. But when he returned, Marco halted his steps as he saw several nurses rushing out of Letta's room. His heart raced, sensing that something terrible had happened to Letta. Marco continued walking, where he saw a doctor examining Letta's condition. Even Letta's breathing apparatus had been removed by the doctor. The doctor was checking Letta's pupils when Marco approached. "What happened?" Marco asked the doctor, causing the doctor's movements to halt."You can wait outside. We will further examine the patient," the doctor said, while a nurse pushed Marco out. Marco didn't even dare to resist. He could only look through the reflection on the large glass window in front of him as the nurses and the doctor checked Letta's condition. Marco still couldn't calm down, not knowing what was happening with his wife. Eventually, some of the attached devices were removed, making Marco's heart beat wildly. What was the meaning behin
Marco turned to the doctor who was examining Letta, this time Marco was by Letta's side. The doctor eventually turned to look at Marco."Her condition is still weak, but everything is fine now. She just needs some therapy to restore her bodily functions," the doctor said, making Marco nod. The doctor then allowed Marco to approach Letta. Letta remained silent. Marco also didn't know what to do to welcome Letta back into his life for the first time.Several minutes passed, and Marco finally tried to muster the courage to speak, his voice sounding hoarse. "You're back," Marco said, with his heavy voice, which made Letta just look at him silently. Even for a few seconds, Letta didn't respond. Marco looked at the doctor."Is her speech function also impaired?" Marco asked, making the doctor fall silent as if thinking."In some cases, that happens if they have been in a coma for a long time," the doctor said, making Marco look back at Letta."Letta, can you hear me?" Marco asked again, try
Slowly, the nurse helped Letta to sit up after cleaning her body, while Marco remained silent, gazing at his wife who occasionally glanced at him and gave a smile. Marco, too, smiled more frequently, the smile etched on his lips. Then, Marco stopped a nurse who was bringing breakfast for Letta."Let me feed her," Marco said, causing the nurse to nod before leaving the two of them alone. Letta then smiled at Marco."I'm tired of eating mushy food like this," Letta said, causing Marco's hand to pause as he looked at his disinterested wife staring at the food in front of her. "There's no other choice, this is the only food you can eat right now," Marco said, making Letta immediately put on a sulky face."Fine, one bite, one question, or else you can't ask anything," Marco said, making Letta stare at him even more plaintively. Marco realized there were many questions in Letta's head, and he knew he had a lot of explanations to give her. "Alright,” replied Letta, who finally gave in, sligh
Marco gazed at his desk, which he had abandoned for a long time. It was the first time he had returned to manage all the businesses in his hands. Marco felt it was time for him to take control again and teach a lesson to those who disturbed him when he appeared vulnerable. He then looked at Pedro, who had been standing in front of him."Where's the report on Jacob?" Marco asked, prompting Pedro to finally reach out and hand over several sheets of paper and some other evidence. Marco looked through each one and found that his beloved cousin had truly undermined him because of his distraction with Letta."It turns out he has disrupted all of our company's systems. What's the impact?" Marco asked again."There are some flight systems that are in disarray, even an airplane accident that hit our airline. All because of Jacob's actions," Pedro replied, making Marco click his tongue in frustration."How many casualties?" Marco asked again."No casualties at all, but we incurred significant l
Marco walked down the hospital corridor. Somehow, every time he arrived at the white-walled building permeated with a pungent scent of medicine, his heart continued to beat rapidly. He had many unpleasant memories due to the numerous times he had brought Letta to the hospital, her condition making his heart feel as though it might stop at any moment. But this time was different, as he felt his heart race with a pleasant warmth.Since earlier, Marco had been wearing a smile on his lips, something that felt delightful with every step he took, knowing he would meet Letta, who always greeted him with a sweet smile. It sometimes made it difficult for Marco to control his smile, like now, as his steps slowly approached the door of the room where Letta was inside. His heartbeat grew faster, even causing a sharp pain in his chest, but it was a sensation that felt immensely pleasurable.Marco immediately reached out and pushed the door open. But his smile faltered as he suddenly saw Letta hold
Letta's eyes lit up as she looked at the package addressed to her. In contrast, Marco's gaze turned sharp, seemingly indicating that Pedro knew about it from the look on his master's face. "Who accompanied it?" Pedro asked."Sorry, we received it from someone at the hospital. The staff said it was meant for the lady's room," the guard replied, prompting Pedro to approach. He then took the greeting card attached to the bouquet. Pedro opened it, and as usual, it was just a message without any sender's name, causing Pedro to walk straight to Marco and hand it to him. It was then that Marco clenched his jaw, crushing the greeting card, causing Letta to touch her husband's wrist."Could this be from the same sender who always sends items to our house?" Letta asked, causing Marco to try to contain his emotions and let out a long breath."Seems like it," Marco replied."Doesn't that mean he also knows that we're not at home and we're in Chicago?" Letta said, making Marco nod his head again,
Marco furrowed his brow as he saw tears wetting his wife's face. Yes, Letta was now sleeping right next to his bed, prompting Marco to slowly reach out and gently stroke Letta's face. This made Letta slowly furrow her brow and try to open her eyes, and it was then that Letta jerked when she saw Marco had awakened from his sleep."You're awake?" Letta asked, slightly sitting up, making Marco, who still felt weak, nod."How are you feeling? Does anything hurt?" Letta asked again, making Marco shake his head. And in the next moment, Marco could see Letta, who could not contain her tears wetting her face."Thank goodness," Letta said, crying softly, making Marco unable to pull Letta closer."Don't cry, please," Marco said, his voice still weak."I'm just scared," Letta said, her body shaking violently, as if the sadness could not be contained any longer."I'm really scared, I'm scared that you won't open your eyes again," Letta said, truly sobbing by Marco's side, making Marco struggle to
Letta immediately opened her eyes wide. She woke up with a fearful expression, then looked around, trying to focus her gaze. The smell of medicine immediately permeated her sense of smell, making Letta realize that she was currently inside a hospital. However, her last memory made Letta jerk and sit up straight.Letta looked at her wrist, which had an IV tube attached. Then she glanced at the clothes she was wearing, realizing she was dressed as a patient. The room was quiet, with no one accompanying her, and the one person that now flashed in her memory was the condition of her husband, which prompted Letta to forcibly remove the IV tube and get off the bed, walking unsteadily because her head still felt heavy.Letta tried to leave the room, and there were four guards standing in front of her door."Madam, are you awake?" one of them asked, making Letta nod her head."Where is Marco?" Letta asked, making them look at each other."The master is still unconscious," one of them replied.
Marco and Letta, now on either side of Marco, tried to support their husband."Marco, can you hear me?" Letta asked, making Marco smile at his wife."Yes, I can still hear your voice. Thank you for holding on," Marco said, still staggering and hugging Letta. Meanwhile, he only clung to Pedro because his steps seemed to be getting heavier, especially with his head beginning to feel dizzy, making Marco try his best to maintain his consciousness so that Letta wouldn't worry about him.Until finally, a shout from behind them made Marco turn around. When he saw Lemos cursing them, "You damn scum, die now in hell!" Lemos shouted, pulling out the gun in his hand. This made Letta widen her eyes. Letta immediately hugged Marco to block the shot Lemos was about to give. But quickly, Marco reversed the position when the shot was aimed at them. Until finally, the shot only hit Marco's back, making Letta widen her eyes when Marco coughed up blood as their bodies collapsed."Pedro, quickly capture
Letta could only cry as she watched Lemos gaze at her with a hungry look."Turns out, besides your scent truly making my body react, your body is truly captivating, even though you're pregnant like this. Alright, let's start with your face. I'm really curious how it feels to touch your skin, which feels so soft to the surface of my skin. I can't wait to do it," Lemos said, making Letta shake her head. Letta felt her body trembling, especially the coldness of the room now piercing her skin, allowing her to feel Lemos starting to reach out his hand and wipe her tears from her face."I don't want you to cry again, because I will truly treat you well, even after the bad behavior you just displayed towards me," Lemos said, making Letta sob."Please, release Marco first," Letta said, making Lemos shake his head."Yes, I will release him after we do something," Lemos said, and the next moment, Letta could see Lemos's hand starting to descend to the nape of her neck, caressing it with his rep
Marco could only squirm in his restraints as he watched Lemos slowly approach Letta, who was now just as helpless as he was, with her hands and feet bound, causing her to shed tears."If you come any closer, I will truly destroy you, you bastard!" Marco shouted, seemingly ignored by Lemos. Marco's current threat was nothing more than an empty bluff ringing in Lemos' ears. Lemos instead flashed a contemptuous smile, finding Marco's escalating rage to be nothing but entertainment."Please, don't come closer," Letta said in a whisper."Didn't you beg earlier not to hurt your husband?" Lemos said, already standing right in front of Letta, causing Letta to only close her eyes, unable to bear the sight of the old man in front of her. Just seeing him made Letta feel nauseated. "And in return, if you want me to release your husband, you must be willing to do anything for me, do you understand?" Lemos said again with his repulsive smile in front of Letta. Especially when Lemos began reaching o
Letta could only cry and plead as the person who was now repeatedly striking Marco's body did not stop his movements. "Please, stop. I'll do anything as long as you stop hurting my husband," Letta said, making the guard stop his movements. "No, no, Letta. Don't say such silly things. Let him do whatever he wants to me, but not to you. You just need to stay quiet. I'm fine," Marco said, visibly gritting his teeth, looking at Letta, who shook her head."How can I stay calm and okay when you're being beaten like that? Look at your body, it really makes me feel so guilty," Letta said."I'm fine, Letta. I'm not as weak as you think. Let these people exhaust themselves just to hurt me. It won't mean anything to me," Marco said again, making the middle-aged man who was the boss of these guards laugh, then walk towards Letta."Is it true what I hear? It seems that physical blows won't make a man like Marco Jovanka feel hurt, and it seems I have a good idea," Lemos said, looking closely at Let
Letta began to blink her eyes, trying to focus her vision, but instead, she felt a pounding sensation in her head, causing her to try to sit up and hold her head, wincing in pain."What's happening to me?" Letta muttered, still trying to look around. There was a very bright light in the middle of the room. Letta could also feel the cold temperature searing her skin. Finally, her vision became clear, and Letta widened her eyes. Letta didn't recognize the very dark room."Where am I?" Letta asked, trying to recall the last time she was conscious. Letta vividly remembered enjoying the waterfall with Marco, and afterward, Marco instructed someone to take her away. And that's when Letta widened her eyes upon realizing she was in danger. Letta knew that the guards were not Marco's guards. Letta tried to get off the very hard bed, then walked to knock on the iron door, which seemed to be a confinement room."Please open up! Get me out of here!" Letta yelled, continuously pounding on the door
A short while ago, Letta was still admiring the beauty of the dancing waterfall in front of her when a tap made her turn around and smile, but the smile faded. When someone in all black bowed in front of her, Letta thought it was Marco coming to take his coat and scarf."Sorry, ma'am, the master asked me to escort you to the car because he said you both must return immediately as he has an urgent matter to attend to," the guard with the black glasses perched on his nose said. "Why didn't Marco come to pick me up himself?" Letta asked."Sorry, ma'am, the master is on the phone and he's afraid to leave you for too long, so he instructed me to come and get you quickly, as he's concerned that something dangerous might be lurking around," the guard explained, making Letta finally nod."Okay, then let's go back," Letta said, but as Letta was about to take the path they had previously taken, the guard stopped her again."The master has already driven his car and will be waiting at the end of