Chapter 3 The Torres Family

In the hospital

The atmosphere in the room was extremely tense.

Everyone was acutely aware of Marco's anger over what had just happened.

Even Keely's attending doctor was trembling in fear.

Throwing the report to the floor, Marco glared at the doctor and asked coldly, "Kidney rupture? She needs a kidney transplant? What the hell is this?"

The doctor's forehead was slick with sweat. Unable to explain himself under Marco's scrutiny, he merely whimpered.

Marco gave the doctor a final warning.

"By making such a stupid mistake, you've shown me that you don't deserve to be a doctor anymore!"

The doctor shook like a leaf. He knew Marco was being serious. With just a few words, he would never be able to find work at a hospital ever again.

Trembling, the doctor finally told the truth.

"Miss Haywood ordered me to do it. I won't make the same mistake again. Please give me one more chance..."

"Get out!" Marco roared.

A bodyguard immediately dragged the doctor out.

Marco turned his head and studied Keely's pale face. His eyes were full of disappointment. "You did this," he muttered coldly.

Keely panicked and, in a quivering voice, said, "Marco, I didn't mean it. It was only because Loraine didn't like it when you were nice to me, so I... I was angry and I wanted to teach her a lesson."

"Enough!" Marco didn't want to hear it. "You wanted to teach her a lesson by making her give up a kidney? Keely, I have been too lenient with you!"

Sensing that her situation was getting worse, Keely began to cry.

"Marco, I was wrong! I was just so scared. After Jorge died, I had no one to rely on, and I was ill. I was afraid you'd leave me alone after you got married. Can you forgive me?"

At the sight of Keely crying, Marco went soft.

"I promised Jorge that I would take care of you, and I would keep my word."

Keely breathed a sigh of relief, and Marco continued, "But Loraine is legally my wife. Don't play tricks on her anymore. I hope this will be the last of it."

Keely was stunned.

"Marco, how can a poor country girl like Loraine possibly deserve to be your wife? Hasn't she embarrassed you enough these past three years? Do you want to spend the rest of your life with her? Besides, she's so greedy, and she even wants to divorce you..."

"I don't want to hear about my marriage from you."

Marco's forbidding expression scared Keely so much that she didn't dare say anything more.

"Now, you just need to rest and think about what you've done."

Marco left the ward with an air of indifference, but he couldn't help secretly feeling annoyed about Loraine's attitude earlier.

Marco hadn't expected Loraine to mention divorce.

He had never considered divorcing Loraine.

He had married her simply because he needed a wife.

A lonely country girl like Loraine, who had no one to rely on, no money and no power, was easily controlled.

During their three-year marriage, Loraine had been an obedient and well-behaved wife, which was exactly what Marco wanted.

He assumed it was acceptable to maintain this sort of marriage.

If Keely was the reason Loraine wanted to divorce, he would explain the situation clearly to Loraine and compensate her later.

Waving over his subordinate, Marco demanded, "Bring me my wife back, and don't let anything happen to her. Also, transfer five million to her account."

The subordinate appeared conflicted.

Marco frowned. "What's wrong?"

The subordinate looked uneasy. "After Mrs. Bryant left the hospital, she was picked up by a man in a luxury car."

"What did you say?"

Marco clenched his fists.

He suddenly had a feeling that things were about to get out of his control.

In a low voice, Marco said, "Find her and the man. Then bring her back!"

Once again, Loraine opened her eyes.

This time, she wasn't in a ward, alone. She was in a warm and luxurious bedroom.

"Finally, after being away from home for three years, you're back. Why would you do this for a man? Are you even still a Torres?"

Recognizing the voice, Loraine turned her head.

A tall, strong-looking man was sitting beside the bed. His face was handsome, and he radiated authority.

At the sight of family, Loraine burst into tears.

"Uncle Rowan, I was wrong. I never should have left home. I shouldn't have hurt you for an unworthy man. I'm so sorry."

Rowan Torres, an official in the army, softened when he saw his favorite niece crying. He held her patiently as she sobbed.

"It's okay. It's good to have you back!" Rowan said gently. "Lorrie, your parents died in an accident, and you were lost in the countryside. We tried so hard to find you. You are the treasure of the Torres family. We won't let anyone hurt you!"

Just then, a greying man entered the bedroom. It was Aldo Torres, the owner of Universe Group in Vagow. His presence had the power to frighten an entire city.

"Don't cry! "Lorrie, you are the heir of Universe Group. Hundreds of millions of properties will be yours in the future. Whoever hurts you, let him pay!"