"Isabella, come over here! We have a patient!" Pippo's voice interrupted Isabella's thoughts.
Pippo and two nurses were pushing a gurney, carrying a man who appeared to be severely injured. Blood had stained his clothes, and the scent of blood filled the hospital corridor.
Isabella rushed over, asking, "How was he injured?"
"It's a car accident, just around the corner. He got hit by a car," Pippo explained, motioning for Isabella to come over and help them transport the injured man into the operating room.
Isabella intended to inspect the man's condition and started to lift his clothes.
Suddenly, the man on the gurney opened his eyes. He had a gun in his hand and began shooting at Isabella.
Frozen in place, Isabella stared at the dark muzzle pointed at her. Luckily, Tony and Harry were quick to react, and they pulled Isabella away.
Bang!
The man's shots hit the spot where Isabella had been standing a moment ago, but thanks to being pushed aside, she was unharmed.
At the same time, Tony drew his own weapon and fired at the man's forehead. The man lay still, motionless, his life extinguished.
Screams echoed through the hospital, and staff and patients fled in terror. They had never encountered such a situation and ran as if they'd gone mad.
Isabella remained on the floor, overwhelmed by the ordeal. She had just experienced the closest brush with death in her life, even more terrifying than the previous assassination attempt.
"Miss Gould, we need to leave now!" Harry grabbed Isabella's arm and, together with Tony, escorted her out.
Isabella spotted Evelyn, who was crying, and she wanted to call out to her, but Tony stopped her.
"They came for you, Miss Gould. As long as you leave this place, they won't pose a danger. If you go to her, you'll bring danger to her."
Isabella reluctantly agreed with Tony. This killer had been after her, and her presence had made the situation dangerous for everyone around her.
Throughout the harrowing journey, Isabella managed to return to her car, and Tony reported the situation to Emanuele, who arranged for additional security to protect her. They returned to the top-tier apartment.
The journey was uneventful, and when they arrived at the apartment, Isabella finally breathed a sigh of relief.
This place was the safest. Isabella had never imagined that just living in peace would be considered a luxury.
Once Isabella had calmed down a bit, she called Evelyn. "Evelyn, are you okay?"
"I'm fine. The police arrived and secured the scene. The hospital is safe now, but Isabella, I'm very worried about you. Your situation was incredibly dangerous."
"Yeah, I never thought that just wanting to live a normal life would become a luxury," Isabella said, her voice filled with distress. She realized that every day from now on would be filled with anxiety and fear. The luxurious apartment, despite its opulence, felt like a prison for her. Going outside meant risking death, and staying inside was like being suffocated.
The Isabella from the past had only wanted to avoid getting involved with the mafia, thinking that, as a doctor, she was in a completely different world. But now, she couldn't even ensure her own safety. How had things come to this?
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