Chapter 9 - Code CrimsonWithin seconds, the VIP suite was flooded with nurses and orderlies. They brought in portable monitors, thermal blankets, and clipped commands that drowned out the distant music of the gala. I was lifted onto a gurney with painstaking care. I clutched the cold metal side rail, forcing a scream through my clenched teeth.
Marcus, finally realizing the severity of his social ruin, tried to push past a nurse to follow the gurney out the door. Robert stopped him cold, planting a hand squarely in the center of Marcus’s chest.
“You will wait exactly where hospital security places you,” Robert said, vibrating with rage. “You lost the right to stand beside her when you chose your public image over her pain. Don’t you dare follow us.”
As the gurney was rushed down the hallway, I caught a final glimpse of the suite. Isabella was being physically restrained by two large security guards. But as the elevator doors closed, I saw Marcus reach into his pocket and pull out his phone. He wasn’t calling a doctor. He was calling his corporate lawyers.
