"Please ask the best doctor to make sure they are alive. I want them all to be safe, Tristan... Please..." Bella continued to speak through her sobs. "Please help them, huh!?"
"I will ask the best doctors to save them all," Tristan said, tightening his arms around her as she let out her sadness. He then lifted her into his arms and carried her toward his car.
After letting Bella sit in the car, Tristan didn’t join her imdiately. He closed the door and returned to speak to Reid. He asked him to handle the situation at that location and co-operated with the police.
Tristan ensured that Jack Foster and Bryan were sent to the hospital imdiately because they had lost so much blood that they could be in critical condition without prompt treatnt.
However, before Tristan returns to his car, Leo suddenly stops him.
"Tristan, please wait," Leo cos after Tristan.
"Ah, Leo, I’m sorry I didn’t see you." Tristan nods slightly at him.
"It’s okay. Earlier, I was busy speaking with the dic and a few police officers. I will handle everything here before heading to the hospital. However, please ensure they all receive the best treatnt, Tristan, especially Jack and Sam," Leo said solemnly.
Leo was so stressed to see all his friends now injured, even two of Jack’s guards die on the spot. He was afraid if Jack’s family knew about this, they might be worried and bla this country’s security.
"Sure, Leo, I’ll do my best." Tristan had already ensured that the doctor at his hospital was prepared to receive three injured n, who were now heading to his hospital.
"Thanks, man." Leo nodded, feeling slightly relieved.
"Just one more thing, Leo. Make sure no news about this incident leaks to the public. I’ll have my team monitor the internet news, but please ensure your staff does the sa. I’m worried soone might post about it on their social dia."
"I understand. I’ll make sure that doesn’t happen," Leo promised.
"Alright, Leo. I need to go now. If you need anything, just ask Reid; he’ll assist you." Tristan waved goodbye and promptly got into his car to comfort his wife.
***
Tristan was worried about seeing his wife.
Though she had turned her back to him, looking out of the car window, he could clearly hear her quiet sobs, and he noticed her shoulders trembling slightly.
Seeing her so sad hurt his heart as if he were sharing in her pain.
After taking a deep breath, Tristan placed his hand on her hair and stroked it gently, but his brow furrowed when he felt it was sticky. His hand stopped, frozen as he realized sothing. "Are you hurt?" he asked.
Tristan recalled the report he heard when Max watched the CCTV footage. Max ntioned that his wife fell on her back and hit the concrete floor. It must have been the impact that caused her head injury, right?
Bella turned to look at Tristan. His panicked and fearful gaze confused her. She shook her head quickly.
"No, Bryan protected perfectly. That crazy Andreas Corby had no chance of hurting . What makes you think I’m injured?"
"Really? Thank God. I thought you were injured. Because I sll blood on your hair," Tristan leaned closer to check her hair more closely. He could sll the sharp scent of tallic from the blood on her hair. His heartbeat raced as he checked her scalp, but he didn’t see any wounds—no bruises, either.
"Oh, it must’ve been from Bryan’s blood," Bella said sadly. "I feel grateful, terrified, and sad for him simultaneously. He courageously covers from Andreas Corby’s shots. And during that ti, he vomited blood several tis but still tried his best not to fall on . I think so of his blood splattered and hit my hair. Oh God, I hope he’s okay…"
Her hands on her lap clenched tightly, trying to forget the frightening mont in her life.
A wave of relief washed over Tristan as he listened to her words. Yet, when he noticed her somber expression, he felt a sense of sorrow for her.
Trying to distract himself from her sadness, his gaze shifted to Bella’s long coat, and his worry deepened when he saw bloodstains.
Tristan took off his suit. "My dear, please take off your coat and put this on," he handed her his black suit.
Only then did Bella realize that her long coat was stained with blood. Her hands trembled slightly as she took in the sight of the blood. Without hesitation, she removed the coat and slipped on Tristan’s suit.
She felt a sense of comfort as she wore Tristan’s oversized suit. The shaking that had swallowed her monts ago began to subside, but the tallic scent of blood still hung heavily in the car. She wishes they could arrive faster at the hospital.
Bella glanced at Tristan, wanting to say sothing, but she noticed him speaking on the phone. While she waited, she overheard him asking soone to arrange a room and provide new clothes for her to change into when they arrived at the hospital.
Hearing this made Bella feel they were in sync; it was amusing that she was about to ask the sa thing.
"I asked my assistant to bring your clothes to the hospital. You can shower once we get there if you feel like it," Tristan said, gently rubbing her cheeks. Seeing the color return to her face relieved him.
"Okay," Bella smiles back at him, but later, sothing crosses her mind. "Tristan, do you have any news about Sam?"
Bella was anxious about Sam’s condition. She still rembers earlier, when she was waiting for the ambulance to arrive, she cradled his head and attempted to talk to him, but he didn’t respond. He opened his eyes briefly before losing consciousness completely.
Tristan was about to answer her when a text ssage pinged on his phone. He quickly shared the news with Bella.
"Carlos just sent a ssage. The first ambulance has arrived – it’s Sam’s. I replied, asking him to make Sam a priority."
"He’s going to be okay, right?" Bella gripped Tristan’s hand tightly.
"I know he will be okay. He’s the strongest man I know," Tristan smiled to reassure her.
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