Chapter 2073

Matthew didn’t doubt Stella’s feelings for him.

A mere photo was not enough to ruin it.

What he was worried about was her safety.

After all, she was taken away by a strange man on the street.

When Fernando saw Matthew’s solemn expression, he immediately said, “I’ll do it right now.

”

Fernando was about to leave when he suddenly heard Matthew’s voice again.

Someone answered Stella’s phone.

Matthew asked in a deep voice, “Who are you? Where is my wife? Why do you have her phone?”

An unfamiliar male voice came from the other end of the Line.

Fernando paused and subconsciously listened, though the distance muffled the sounds.

All he could discern was Matthew’s increasingly sullen expression.

Suspicion crept into Fernando’s mind.

Had Stella truly betrayed Matthew?

But he quickly dismissed the thought.

He knew the depth of the love between Stella and Matthew.

Having worked closely with Stella, he recognized her strong sense of integrity.

She was someone who committed wholeheartedly to her decisions and would never betray a person she had chosen to stand by.

Lost in his thoughts, Fernando was startled when Matthew ended his phone call and commanded, “Let’s go to the hospital.

”

Bewildered by the sudden urgency but not daring to question, Fernando followed swiftly.

During the drive, Matthew’s irritation was palpable.

Every glance at the moving traffic deepened the frown on his face.

“Drive faster,” he snapped.

Fernando pressed the accelerator, weaving through the traffic as swiftly as safety would allow.

Meanwhile, in a hospital ward, Sanford watched over Stella, who lay in a coma.

He gazed at her intently, his mind seemingly adrift in memories or thoughts.

After a moment, he gently smoothed her hair back, his fingers hesitating as he moved to caress her closed eyelids and brows.

Just then, the door burst open with a resounding thud, startling Sanford into frowning displeasure.

He turned to see who had entered with such force.

Matthew’s grim visage scanned the room.

At that moment, Stella, unconscious and receiving an injection, lay in the bed.

Beside her, a man was slightly bent over, Stella’s hair still within his grasp.

The man’s gaze lingered on Stella with an expression that was hard to place.

Matthew, sharp as ever, caught the nuance and his expression darkened ominously.

Without a word, Matthew turned to Fernando.

“Go outside and stand guard,” he ordered, his voice devoid of emotio