His innocent wife is a dangerous hacker.-Chapter 527 Aethelstan Medical Center
Dr. Aris Thorne’s influence moved fast.
Within thirty minutes, a specialized medical convoy arrived outside the secluded mansion. A sleek, armored medical ambulance rolled to a controlled stop, its stabilized gurney system already prepared for trauma transport.
The team that stepped out did not look like ordinary emergency staff. They wore minimalist grey uniforms and moved with quiet discipline, communicating in low voices and precise gestures. Their coordination felt closer to a tactical unit than a medical crew. They exchanged only brief words with Atlas and Leo’s guards. No one bothered explaining anything to Tristan Vance, who stood nearby with a pale expression as the realization settled in. His VIP patient and the future he had planned around him were slipping out of his grasp.
Leo was transferred with extreme care. Wireless monitoring pads tracked his vitals without cluttering him with wires, and hydraulic stabilizers secured him firmly to prevent even the smallest jolt during transport. Bella never left his side. Her hand rested lightly over his as they wheeled him out, as if her touch alone could keep him anchored. Atlas and two guards flanked them closely, eyes sharp and alert.
Bella rode in the back of the ambulance beside Leo.
Inside, it felt less like an ambulance and more like a compact mobile ICU. The space was quiet, softly lit, and climate controlled. Monitors glowed with steady waves of heartbeat, oxygen levels, and neurological activity. The low hum of the engine filled the air with a strange, calming rhythm. Behind them, luxury SUVs followed in tight formation, Leo’s security team maintaining a silent perimeter.
At the Aethelstan Medical Center
The convoy entered a private gated complex on the exclusive northern edge of City F.
The Aethelstan Medical Center did not feel like a hospital. It felt more like a high end resort. Sleek glass and steel architecture blended seamlessly with landscaped zen gardens and still reflecting pools. Everything about the place was designed to create calm, ease anxiety, and make fear feel distant.
Access was granted through biometric scans and facial recognition. The ambulance descended into a private receiving bay deep within the secure core of the facility. There were no waiting rooms, no public corridors, and no curious eyes.
Leo was transferred directly into a private elevator that led to the VVIP wing.
The room prepared for him was more than a hospital room. It was a suite.
Behind retractable wood paneled walls lay a pristine medical space equipped with advanced monitoring systems, an intelligent adjustable bed, and silent robotic medication dispensers. When the panels were retracted, the space opened into an elegant living area with floor to ceiling windows overlooking a private garden, designer furniture, a kitchenette, and a separate room for family or security.
Leo was settled into this serene, controlled environment seamlessly.
Bella stood nearby, arms loosely wrapped around herself, watching every final adjustment with quiet intensity.
The door opened softly.
Dr. Aris Thorne stepped inside.
He looked younger than she expected, perhaps in his late forties, with sharp, observant eyes and a presence that felt both brilliant and focused. When he looked at Bella, it was not with clinical detachment, but with awe, as if he were finally seeing someone he had only known as a legend.
He approached and extended his hand.
"You are Bellatrix?" he asked, his voice carrying disbelief and deep respect.
Bella shook his hand, offering a restrained, tired smile.
"Yes. But here, I am Isabella Moretti. This is my husband, Leonardo."
"Isabella," he repeated quietly. "It is an honor to finally meet you, even under these circumstances."
"Can you check my husband’s condition?" Bella asked immediately. "The previous doctor... there are questions. He has been unconscious for four days."
Dr. Thorne’s expression turned fully professional.
"Of course. That is our priority."
At his signal, three specialists stepped forward. A neurosurgeon, a trauma expert, and an internal medicine specialist began a synchronized, silent assessment. They connected Leo to Aethelstan’s systems, scanned the wound, reviewed transferred data, and examined every detail with careful precision.
Bella remained just outside the circle of medical activity, her arms folded, breath slow but heavy.
"Ma’am, do not worry," Atlas said quietly beside her. "He will be fine."
Bella nodded faintly.
"Thank you, Atlas."
Her phone vibrated again.
She opened her handbag and pulled it out. The screen was crowded with missed calls and messages from Alessandro, Lina, Nonna, and William.
Needing a moment alone, she stepped into the quiet corridor of the VVIP wing. Plush carpeting softened her footsteps. She leaned lightly against a cool glass wall overlooking a peaceful courtyard, drew in a steady breath, and dialed Alessandro.
The call connected almost instantly.
"Bella?" His voice was tight with fear.
"Dad," she whispered, and the word nearly broke her. A sob threatened, but she forced it down. "I found him."
"Thank God," Alessandro breathed. "Jay and Jace are with me. We are already in City F. Where are you?"
"I am at the Aethelstan Medical Center. The private wing."
"The hospital?" Alarm crept back into his voice. "What happened to him? Why was his team silent? Why did no one tell me anything?"
Bella closed her eyes briefly.
"He has a serious back injury. It is bad, Dad. They kept him somewhere else before. I just transferred him to a proper facility."
The phone shifted hands.
"Bella," Jay’s voice came through urgently, protective and tense, "please take care of yourself. We are coming right now."
"Yes," Bella whispered.
Finally, she ended the call with Alessandro.
One by one, she called William, then Lina, and finally her closest friends.
Bella took a slow breath and reassured each of them in a calm voice, explaining what had happened without letting her fear spill out. She told them Leo was safe for now, that he was under proper medical care, and that she would stay by his side. She kept her words gentle, careful not to worry them more than necessary.
When the calls ended, she slipped her phone back into her bag and let her hand rest there for a moment, as if grounding herself.
A single tear escaped, tracing a faint, silver path down her cheek. Another followed, soft and silent in the cool morning air. With a quick hand, she wiped them away, pressing her lips together until the tremble stilled.
Then she lifted her face.
The world was being gently remade in gold. The sun, spilling over the edge of the sky, poured its warmth across the land, painting the clouds in hues of peach and honey. That same radiant light caught in the wet glass of her brown eyes, transforming them into pools of molten amber.
Bella watched, breath held, as the dawn bathed the horizon.
