His innocent wife is a dangerous hacker.-Chapter 528 Is he in danger?

Bella was called into Dr. Aris Thorne’s office later that morning.

She walked in quietly, exhaustion clinging to her like a heavy shadow. She had not slept the entire night. Her eyes were red from strain, and her hair looked slightly messy, soft strands slipping loose as if she had run her fingers through it too many times while trying to stay strong.

She sat down slowly, hands resting in her lap, trying to steady her breathing.

"Doctor... is everything okay?" she asked softly.

Her voice sounded calm, but there was a fragile tremor beneath it.

Dr. Thorne studied her for a moment before responding, his expression careful and professional. "He is stable," he said. "But there are concerns."

Bella’s chest tightened instantly.

Dr. Thorne leaned back slightly, folding his hands as he chose his words with care.

"The wound across Leonardo’s upper back was not minor," he explained in a calm, steady tone. "It was deeper than it originally appeared. The cut passed through multiple layers of muscle, and the impact that caused it likely involved strong blunt force as well."

Bella listened without interrupting, sitting perfectly still as tension quietly gathered in her shoulders.

"The stitches that were placed earlier were poorly done," he continued. "They were uneven, too tight in some areas and too loose in others. Instead of supporting healing, they were placing strain on the tissue. Over time, this could have caused tearing, infection, or long term damage."

He paused briefly, watching her reaction.

"We removed them as soon as we identified the issue," he said. "The wound has now been cleaned, re evaluated, and closed properly under controlled conditions."

Bella nodded slowly, absorbing every word.

"There is also deeper trauma beneath the surface," Dr. Thorne went on. "Heavy bruising, internal inflammation, and nerve irritation. The impact did not only cut him. It caused significant internal stress. That is why he has remained unconscious longer than expected."

Bella’s fingers tightened slightly in her lap.

"So... why hasn’t he woken up yet?" she asked quietly.

"It is likely a combination of factors," he replied. "Pain, exhaustion, blood loss, shock, and neurological strain. His body has been under intense stress, and right now it is prioritizing recovery over wakefulness."

He chose his next words carefully.

"Had he received proper treatment immediately, he might have regained consciousness sooner," Dr. Thorne admitted. "The delay, combined with inadequate stitching, made the recovery more difficult than it needed to be."

Bella lowered her gaze for a moment, her jaw tightening faintly.

"Is he in danger?" she asked.

"He is not in immediate danger now," Dr. Thorne reassured her. "But the injury was serious. He will need rest, careful monitoring, and time. The next forty eight hours are important. If his body continues responding well, he should begin showing clearer signs of waking soon."

His tone softened slightly.

"When he does wake up, he will likely be weak. Movement will be painful. He may feel disoriented or exhausted. But if his recovery continues as expected, I believe he will fully recover in time."

Bella released a quiet breath she had not realized she was holding.

"So he will be okay," she murmured.

"Yes," Dr. Thorne said gently. "He will. It will not be instant, but he will recover."

Bella nodded again, relief and lingering fear settling quietly inside her chest.

"Thank you," she said softly.

"You are welcome," Dr. Thorne replied.

Even now, a part of him found it difficult to believe that Bellatrix, the brilliant and elusive name he had admired for years, was standing in front of him as a young woman, married, carrying both intelligence and quiet strength so naturally.

He had many questions.

About her. About her mind. About the skill behind the alias.

But when he looked at her tired face, the redness in her eyes, and the exhaustion she could no longer hide, the questions faded.

This was not the moment.

"You should go see him," he said gently. "And please try to rest."

Bella nodded, though the movement felt heavy.

She stood and walked toward Leo’s ward.

Guards stood posted along the corridor, their presence quiet, protective, and constant. The security felt tight, almost enclosing her in a silent shield.

Bella passed them and pushed the door open.

Inside, a doctor stood near Leo’s bed, writing notes in a small notepad with calm, unhurried movements.

Bella’s eyes went to Leo immediately.

He lay on his side, pale and still, the exhaustion visible even in sleep. The blanket rested lower across his back, revealing fresh stitches running across the injured area. The wound looked cleaner now, carefully closed and treated with precision, but the sight still made her chest tighten painfully.

It looked painful.

It looked serious.

She paused near the doorway for a moment, steadying herself, then walked closer with slow, measured steps.

The doctor noticed her and gave a small, respectful nod before quietly finishing his notes and stepping aside, giving her space without needing to be asked.

Bella moved to Leo’s side.

She stood there silently, watching the gentle rise and fall of his breathing, the faint crease between his brows, the softness of his lashes resting against his cheeks.

Her fingers hovered near his hand for a moment before resting over it gently.

"Please be okay soon," she whispered, her voice barely more than a breath.

She leaned closer, her gaze drifting to the stitches on Leo’s back again. The wound looked clean now, carefully treated, but it still looked deep. Too deep.

Her chest tightened as she studied it more closely.

Every time her eyes traced the line of the injury, it felt like her heart cracked again, piece by piece. She wondered how much pain he had endured in silence. How long he had held on before finally collapsing. How different things might have been if she had reached him sooner.

"I’m here," she whispered again, softer this time. "You do not have to do this alone."

Her eyes blurred, but she did not let the tears fall. Instead, she lowered her forehead briefly toward his hand, closing her eyes as she tried to steady herself, holding on to him as if her presence alone could guide him back.