His Merciless Redemption novel Chapter 120

Chapter 120

Chapter 120

Isabella’s POV

I took a half day from work.

Not because I was overwhelmed. Not because I was spiraling.

Because I was thinking clearly.

That, more than anything else, made this dangerous.

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I told Chiara I had a family errand to run and had to leave early. She didn’t mind because even though I’d been taking more time off work than usual, and at a very short notice at that, I always made sure I was up to date on all my ongoing projects. I never let my work suffer. She didn’t try to ask where I was going only telling me she would see me the next day.

I smiled as I said my goodbyes, grateful she didn’t push me for answers.

When I reached the hospital, it looked the same as it had a few days ago, white, bright, and deceptively calm. The kind of place that promised order while quietly holding chaos behind closed doors.

I walked in with purpose, but not urgency.

If there was one thing I’d learned living in Dominic’s world, it was that people noticed panic. They ignored confidence.

I stopped at the front desk first, asked about Caterina’s follow-up paperwork, glucose monitoring instructions, dietary recommendations. All reasonable. All normal.

No one questioned me.

When I was done, I didn’t leave.

I lingered.

I sat in one of the chairs near the nurses’ station, pretending to scroll through my phone while my eyes tracked movement. Faces. Name tags. Shifts changing.

I told myself I wasn’t nervous.

That was a lie.

That’s when I saw her.

Robin.

The same nurse from that morning. The same clipped ponytail. The same careful, slightly tense posture. She was organizing files, lips pressed together in concentration.

I stood and walked over casually.

“Excuse me,” I said. “You helped me earlier this week. With Catena Russo.”

She looked up, recognition flickering across her face. “Yes. I renber”

“I had a quick question,” I said pleasantly. “About some paperwork.”

Her shoulders relaxed a fraction. “Sure”

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I knew I couldn’t outright ask her what I wanted tq, nor could I take Alessia’s name because that would just shut her right up. I had to be more tactful than that.

So, I leaned in slightly, lowering my voice, not conspiratorial, just polite. “Another patient mentioned some prenatal documentation that didn’t seem to show up in the main system was just curious how that works.”

Her fingers stilled on the file she was holding.

“Oh,” she said. “That.”

Something in my chest tightened at her reaction. So I’d been right to guess that some of Alessia’s tests hadn’t shown up on the system. Because they had never happened in the first place.

“I mean,” I added quickly, smiling when I noticed the nurse becoming wary, “I’m not familiar with hospital procedures. I assumed everything gets logged centrally.”

She hesitated.

“Well,” she said slowly, “most things do.”

Most.

“And the things that don’t?” I asked lightly.

She glanced around, then back at me. “Sometimes paperwork is handled separately. Depending on the situation.”

“What kind of situation?” I asked.

Her jaw tightened. “It isn’t really my place to say. We only do what the higher ups ask us to.”

Alarms went off in my head at her words. Higher ups? Higher ups were involved in this, too?

But who were these higher ups? The doctors? The administration? Who?

I nodded as if that made perfect sense, even though my heart was racing like never before inside my chest. “Of course. I didn’t mean to pry.”

Relief flashed across her face too quickly.

“I just handled the forms I was given,” she added, almost defensively. “I was told not to log them through the usual

channels.”

Told.

Not asked.

Not decided.

Told.

“I see,” I said quietly.

She shifted her weight, suddenly uneasy. “Is there a problem?”

I met her eyes. “I don’t know yet.”

Her breath hitched.

“I didn’t think anyone would look this closely,” she said before she could stop herself.

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The words landed like a cold weight in my stomach.

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I softened my expression immediately. “I’m not here to get anyone in trouble. I just like understanding how things work.”

She nodded, but her hands were shaking now.

“That’s all,” I said gently. “Thank you for your time.”

I turned and walked away before she could say anything else.

My legs carried me out of the hospital on autopilot.

Outside, the air felt different. Sharper. Cleaner.

I stood on the steps for a long moment, my thoughts aligning into something clear and terrifying.

Those reports Alessia had shown me hadn’t gone through normal medical channels.

It hadn’t been handled the way legitimate records were.

Money hadn’t been mentioned by the nurse, but it didn’t need to be. I’d heard enough earlier that day anyway.

I drove home slowly, replaying every conversation in my head. Every deflection. Every vague answer. Every carefully chosen word.

The DNA reports were wrong.

That much I was certain of now.

But something else lingered at the edges of my thoughts, something darker, harder to name.

Because if Alessia was willing to manipulate medical records, what else was she willing to manipulate?

I pulled into the driveway and cut the engine, sitting there for a long moment before moving.

I wasn’t ready to confront anyone.

Not Dominic.

Not Alessia.

Not yet.

I needed concrete proof.

And until I had it, I would keep smiling.

Keep helping.

Keep watching.

Because whatever game Alessia was playing, I had just had a bric look of the board today.

And I was done being a pawn.

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