Chapter 3 The Torres Family's Cherished Treasure

In the hospital, the air felt eerily still, as if it had solidified.

Following the recent chaos, everyone was subjected to Marco's fury.

Keely's doctor shook, overwhelmed by fear.

"A ruptured kidney? Require a kidney transplant?" Marco flung the medical report to the floor and said coldly, "What kind of nonsense is this?"

Sweat trickled down the doctor's forehead as he stammered. He found it difficult to provide a clear explanation.

Without missing a beat, Marco laid down an ultimatum.

"If you can't properly diagnose something like this, you have no business being a doctor!" Marco snapped.

The doctor's hands shook as he grasped the gravity of the situation. This was not an issue to take lightly. Marco's words made it clear he might be blacklisted from working in any hospital again.

Shaking with terror, he eventually confessed, "Mr. Bryant, Miss Haywood instructed me to do it... I promise it won't happen again. Please, just give me another chance..."

"Leave!"

At Marco's words, the bodyguards promptly ushered the doctor out.

Marco then fixed a cold stare on the pale-faced Keely. A hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes. "So, it was you after all."

Keely shook with fear. "Marco, I never meant for it to go this far. It was Loraine—she was jealous of your kindness towards me and took it out on me. I... I just lost my temper and wanted to show her she couldn't treat me that way..."

"Enough!" Marco cut her off, unwilling to listen further. "A kidney transplant to teach a lesson? Keely, it looks like I've been too soft on you!"

As the tide turned against Keely, tears streamed down her face and she desperately begged, "Marco, I admit I was wrong! I was just too afraid. With Jorge gone, I felt alone, and my health has always been weak. I feared you'd forget about me once you were married... Can you find it in your heart to forgive me?"

Marco's tone softened slightly at the sight of Keely's tears.

"I made a promise to Jorge to look after you, and I intend to keep it."

However, just as Keely began to relax, Marco added, "But remember, Loraine is my wife. Don't cross her again. Ensure this doesn't repeat itself."

Keely stood frozen.

"Marco, how can a woman like Loraine be worthy of being your wife? She's humiliated you over and over for three years. Do you really want to stay with her? Besides, she even mentioned divorcing you..."

"My marriage is none of your business," Marco replied coldly, cutting her off. "Rest and think about what you've done."

With a cold air, Marco walked out of the room, but the clear image of Loraine's resolute departure lingered in his mind, unsettling him.

Loraine's mention of divorce had taken Marco by surprise. He didn't see that coming.

He had never considered ending their marriage.

He had married Loraine simply because he needed a wife.

Loraine grew up in the countryside. Girls with her kind of isolated and poor background were the easiest to control.

For the past three years, Loraine had been compliant and docile, fitting the role of Mrs. Bryant exactly as Marco intended.

Marco thought that perhaps keeping his marriage wasn't such a poor decision after all.

Now, with Loraine considering divorce over the situation with Keely, he decided it was time to clear the air and reconcile with her.

With resolve, Marco called one of his subordinates and instructed, "Bring Loraine back, ensure her safety, and deposit five million dollars to her account."

However, the subordinate faltered, causing Marco to scowl.

"Just say it!"

Visibly tensed, the subordinate disclosed. "After Mrs. Bryant left the hospital, she was picked up by a strange man in a luxurious car..."

"What?"

Marco's brow furrowed and his hands balled into fists.

He sensed that things were slipping out of his control.

He muttered under his breath, "Find her and bring her back to me!"

Gradually, Loraine's eyes fluttered open again.

This time, when she awoke, she wasn't isolated in a hospital room but found herself in a cozy, luxurious room.

"After three years, now you return? You got yourself in this trouble over a man."

A familiar voice reached her ears, prompting Loraine to turn her head drowsily.

Sitting at the edge of the bed was a tall, strong-looking man with a strikingly handsome face. He gave off the vibe of a concealed weapon—powerful but controlled.

Upon seeing him, tears streamed down Loraine's face.

"Uncle Rowan, I made a huge mistake. I left home and caused you all pain over someone who didn't deserve it. I'm sorry..."

Rowan Torres, the highest-ranking officer in the army, visibly softened when he saw his beloved niece in tears. He wrapped Loraine in a comforting embrace and soothed her gently. "It's okay. What matters is you're here now."

Rowan said in a gentle tone, "Lorrie, your parents passed away so suddenly, leaving you alone in the countryside. Remember, you are our family's cherished treasure. We won't stand by and let anyone harm you!"

Just then, a dignified older man with gray hair walked in. This was Aldo Torres, the head of the Universe Group. This group was the leading enterprise in Vagow.

"Why the tears? Lorrie, you're the princess of our family, and someday, all our billions of dollars will be yours. If anyone dares to trouble you, you trouble them right back!"