My Second Marriage with the Mafia Kingpin novel Chapter 437

Chapter 437: Baring Her Teeth

"Marshal!" Carmella shrieked as she rushed toward her husband. "Oh, my God!"

Marshal stumbled backward, one hand clutching his stiffened nape.

Several men, including members of the medical team Scott had summoned, quickly caught him and helped him onto the couch.

"My head..." Marshal exhaled. "I think I’m going to faint."

"My God!" Carmella screamed hysterically before whipping her head toward the doctors. "What are you still doing?! Can’t you see my husband is going to die?! I’ll kill you all if he does!"

The medical team flinched and immediately rushed to check Marshal’s blood pressure.

There was only so much they could do at the moment. After all, they had been summoned without any explanation.

Scott had simply ordered them to be there — just in case.

And sure enough, the moment Scott delivered the news, Marshal nearly collapsed.

"His blood pressure is high," the nurse informed the doctor.

The medical team worked around Marshal while Carmella paced back and forth.

When her gaze finally landed on Scott, she ground her teeth. Her eyes reddened with anger.

"You—!" She stormed toward him. "What did you tell him?!"

Carmella jabbed a finger against Scott’s chest with all her might.

Scott lowered his head and allowed her to vent her anger on him.

She slapped him.

Punched his chest.

Then grabbed him and shook him furiously.

"I told you Marshal shouldn’t be stressed!" she screamed. "What kind of failure did you report to him this time?! Can’t you do your job without affecting my husband?!"

Scott kept his gaze on the floor before slowly lifting his eyes.

He had deliberately told Marshal about the attacks in private. Having one medical emergency was already more than enough.

But since Carmella was asking...

Scott opened his mouth.

The moment the words left him, Carmella froze. Her eyes widened as she stared blankly at him.

"What did you say?" she blurted out.

She shook her head. "No. No, no, no."

Then Carmella whipped her head toward Marshal, who remained slumped on the couch like a vegetable.

"Husband!" she screamed. "What does that mean?! You lost a billion?!"

Marshal’s chest tightened at the word "billion."

A painful reminder of how much he’d lost in a single night.

"Oh, my God!" Carmella grabbed her head as her vision spun. "No, no, no. This isn’t happening."

She reached out blindly for support before slowly collapsing onto another couch.

It wasn’t all of the Di Carpios’ wealth.

But both Marshal and Carmella knew that covering such a massive loss meant dipping into their capital.

Carmella paled as her temples throbbed.

"Check her as well," Scott ordered quietly, shooting another nurse a look. "It looks like she’s going to faint too."

The nurse turned toward the previously hysterical Carmella, only to find her as pale as a sheet. She immediately hurried over.

The medical team split into two groups, working to stabilize the couple’s blood pressure before either of them ended up in the hospital.

Eventually, one team escorted Carmella to the bedroom to rest.

She didn’t even protest anymore. She simply looked lost. Or rather, she looked like she was grieving their losses tonight.

As for Marshal, he remained on the couch after taking his medication. Once his condition stabilized, he exhaled heavily.

Then he turned toward Scott.

The anger on his face hadn’t disappeared.

"How did this happen?" His voice was low and dangerous. "Who — ugh!"

Anyone who knew Marshal understood that if Scott gave him a name, that person—whoever they were—would disappear.

Scott drew a deep breath and exhaled.

"There was a fire, sir," he answered.

"Fire?" Marshal scoffed. "In all five of my businesses?"

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