Chapter 2: The Footage
Marcus didn't move.
His eyes remained fixed on Khloe lying on the marble floor, one arm wrapped protectively around her swollen stomach.
"Call the trauma team!" he roared.
Elaine finally snapped out of her shock and sprinted into the hallway.
Doctors and nurses rushed toward the suite.
Two security officers held Isabella back as she attempted another performance.
"You have to believe me!" she cried. "She lost her balance. I tried to help her."
Marcus never looked at her.
He knelt beside his wife.
"Khloe... stay with me."
She reached for his hand with trembling fingers.
"Our baby..."
Before she could finish, another man burst into the room.
Dr. Daniel Brooks.
Head of Hospital Security.
Khloe's uncle.
His face turned pale the instant he saw his niece.
"Take her to Operating Room Three. Now!"
As the medical team wheeled Khloe away, Daniel turned toward the security supervisor.
"I want every camera feed."
"Every hallway."
"Every elevator."
"Every second from the past hour."
Within minutes, four monitors lit up inside the hospital's security office.
The footage was unmistakable.
Khloe entered the suite alone.
Minutes later, Isabella followed.
There was no struggle initiated by Khloe.
No attack.
No provocation.
Only Isabella advancing.
Shoving.
Then driving the heel of her shoe into a pregnant woman lying on the floor.
The room fell silent.
Daniel slowly removed his glasses.
"Send copies to the police."
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"And make three encrypted backups."
"No one is deleting this."
