Chapter 9

When Benjamin saw Isabella, he instantly knew it was a setup against her.

"Hold up. I gotta call the guy who hired me for this surgery. Just remembered he specifically asked for me. Need to double-check," Benjamin said, then walked out of the operating room.

Once outside, he quickly dialed Michael's number.

As soon as Michael picked up, Benjamin blurted out, "Michael, where are you?"

An irritated voice came through the phone, "Didn't I tell you last night that I wanted a divorce? Where do you think I'd be?"

"Are you kidding me? Your wife's been kidnapped, and you're talking about a divorce!" Benjamin snapped.

"I'll send you the location. Get here ASAP. Isabella's on the operating table, and someone's trying to hurt her. I'll stall as long as I can." With that, Benjamin sent the location and rushed back into the operating room. Michael, seeing the message, immediately thought of an "organ transplant." His face darkened, and he sped off in his car.

When Benjamin got back, his heart sank. The surgery had already started. This was definitely a setup.

"What the hell are you doing? Did you just evolve from a monkey? Why are your hands shaking? Been partying too hard? And why's your forehead sweating like that? This is the worst surgery I've ever seen. Move over; let me handle this." Benjamin berated the lead surgeon and the staff, trying to buy time.

Finally, the lead surgeon had enough.

"Dr. White, I know you're a big deal, but stop messing with my surgery. If you keep this up, I'll have to ask you to leave." The lead surgeon glared at Benjamin from behind his mask.

Benjamin shot back, "If you kick me out, I promise no hospital will ever let you touch a scalpel again."

The room went ice-cold, and everyone felt the tension.

Suddenly, the lead surgeon's hand slipped, and the monitors blared.

Blood gushed from Isabella's wound.

"You idiot, you're killing her!" Benjamin yelled, punching the lead surgeon in the nose and kicking him away from the table.

The lead surgeon lunged at Benjamin, but just then, the door flew open.

Michael stormed in, looking ready to kill, and grabbed the lead surgeon by the collar.

"Michael, get him out of here! Isabella's bleeding out; I need to finish this surgery. Don't distract me," Benjamin barked.

Michael's heart pounded as he glanced at Isabella. He dragged the lead surgeon out of the room, leaving Benjamin to save her.

A few minutes later, Michael's crew finally showed up at the hospital. Michael was outside the operating room, his foot planted on the bruised and unconscious lead surgeon.

Michael lifted his foot and, with a cold stare, said, "Interrogate him thoroughly. I want to know who's behind this."

His guys nodded and dragged the lead surgeon away like he was a sack of potatoes, heading to an empty ward.

Once they were gone, Michael's eyes stayed glued to the operating room door. He couldn't shake the image of Isabella's pale face, drained from all the blood loss.

Right now, all Michael could do was hope Benjamin's top-notch skills would pull Isabella through.

The operating room door swung open, and a nurse rushed out. "Are you Mr. Williams?"

Michael jumped up. "Yeah, how's it going in there?"

"Dr. Benjamin said the patient's bleeding a lot and needs more blood bags. The hospital's running low, but he said you could handle it." The nurse eyed Michael curiously, clearly wondering who he was.

Michael stepped aside, pulled out his phone, and started making calls. He already knew Isabella's blood type from his earlier investigations. He had his people contact every nearby hospital to send over blood bags ASAP.

That day, folks were baffled to see a bunch of ambulances from different hospitals all heading to the same place.

Thanks to Michael's quick action, Isabella's life was saved.

Not long after, Michael's crew came back with the interrogation results.

"Mr. Williams, we got the info. This surgery wasn't for an organ transplant; it was a hit. The lead surgeon was ordered to make sure Mrs. Williams died on the table. Also, Mrs. Williams and Bianca's kidneys don't match." Hearing this, Michael's rage hit the roof.

His crew watched as Michael's phone bent and the screen started to crack under his grip.

"Mr. Williams, should I take care of the lead surgeon?" One of his guys made a shooting gesture, suggesting they off him.

This kind of thing wasn't new for Michael and his team. They usually dealt with enemies by burying them deep or dumping them in cement-filled barrels into the sea.

But this time, Michael had a different plan.

"Lock him up and treat his injuries. He'll be our best evidence," Michael said coldly.

His guy nodded and got to work.

The operating room door opened again, and Benjamin walked out. "Good thing I'm a damn good doctor. Isabella's gonna be fine. She just needs some rest now."

Michael didn't even look at Benjamin. His eyes were fixed on the surgical bed being wheeled out, with a tired-looking Isabella lying on it.