Returning with Triple Treasures: My CEO Husband Is Obsessed novel Chapter 5

Xavier didn't speak. He stood by his brother's bedside for several long minutes before turning silently and leaving the room.

Harry followed him back to his private office.

"I heard you're looking for that specialist... Aletta," Harry ventured.

"Yes." The reply was terse.

Over the past five years, a medical virtuoso operating under the alias Aletta had gained a near-mythical reputation for secretly treating and allegedly curing hundreds of patients with rare, terminal hematological disorders.

The international medical community was abuzz, yet her true identity remained a ghost. Even top research institutions hoping to collaborate or understand her methods had hit dead ends.

While Harry was skeptical of such folklore, he was also running out of conventional options.

He sighed. "It's baffling. Five years ago, Noah's readings had stabilized significantly. He was on the verge of entering full remission. How his condition regressed this drastically in the intervening years is..."

Five years ago.

That was when Isabella had been Noah's regular, living blood donor at the hospital.

Xavier's eyes darkened, the image of the woman from the school hallway sharp in his mind.

"Do you believe two people can look exactly the same?" he asked abruptly, his voice low.

Harry was taken aback. "Identical twins, perhaps. But even then, there are usually subtle differences."

Xavier's gaze turned to ice. Exactly. That face—the one had haunted him for five more—was etched into his memory. There was no mistake.

"Thud!"

Xavier's fist came down hard on Harry's polished mahogany desk. The sudden violence made Harry jolt back in his chair.

The tense silence was shattered by the vibration of Xavier's phone on the desktop. He didn't even glance at the screen. He simply picked it up and pressed the side button to silence it. When it lit up again a moment later, he powered it off completely.

Harry had seen the caller ID flash—Linda.

The gossip mills never stopped: they were childhood sweethearts, the perfect match. If not for Isabella's intervention, Xavier would have married Linda years ago. What puzzled Harry, though, was Xavier's profound, consistent indifference toward Linda.

Over the years, the Allen family had leveraged their daughter's connection relentlessly to curry favor with Moore Group. Even Xavier's own grandfather had intervened multiple times, pressing for a marriage to solidify the alliance. It had never happened.

The next morning, Isabella was pulled from sleep by the insistent ring of her phone. Hannah's name flashed on the screen.

"Bella, we have a problem." Hannah's voice was tense. "You... you can't purchase the house."

Isabella was instantly awake. "What? Why?"

"The real estate attorney ran a preliminary check. Your records here show you as legally married and already listed as a property owner. With the local regulations restricting multiple property ownership for non-residents under certain visas... it flags the transaction."

Xavier, you've gone too far.

*****

Two hours later, the door to the executive office suite of Moore Group's headquarters swung open, revealing a strikingly beautiful figure.

The small group of senior shareholders gathered around Xavier's desk stared in open astonishment at the unfamiliar woman.

Xavier, however, didn't look up. He remained bent over a financial report, his focus absolute, just as intensely work-absorbed as he had been five years ago.

"Who are you?" one of the board members finally managed, his tone a mix of shock and indignation. Since when could strangers just walk into the inner sanctum of Moore Group?

"Allow me to introduce myself," Isabella said, her voice cool and clear. "I am a shareholder of Moore Group. I'm here to see Mr. Moore."

She had applied a bold shade of crimson lipstick, which transformed her usually gentle features into a mask of cool, unapproachable authority.

A ripple of disbelief went through the room.

This finally made Xavier look up. His eyes locked onto hers, and a faint, sharp light flickered in the depths of his typically impassive gaze.

Isabella reached into her bag and produced a set of documents. The papers, verified and stamped by a top-tier legal firm, proved she held a five percent stake in Moore Group.

The men in the room looked at the documents, then at each other, certain there had been some mistake. Acquiring a direct stake in Moore Group was notoriously difficult, a feat of immense capital and connections. Even Stanley Carter, a legendary investor, wouldn't hold much more than that. Who was this woman?