The Tyrant's Stolen Bride-Chapter 98: Tracking the Blonde Doctor

Dante approached the bed with a stern expression and sat slowly on the edge.

Camela stiffened, the weight of realization crashing down on her. Pretending to faint and the scene she had caused had clearly angered him.

His fingers closed around her chin in a hard grip, forcing her to look up at him.

She winced as he leaned in, his hot breath brushing her skin.

"I’m sorry... I’m sorry," Camela pleaded through her tears.

"So you know you were wrong," he said coldly.

He shoved her face aside and gripped her shoulder hard.

Fury burned through him. He had been in the middle of important business when the maid’s urgent call had dragged him away.

They were unaware that Griffin stood on the staircase above, silently witnessing part of the scene.

He later reported that Camela had been arguing with her mother, but he hadn’t understood what Rosalba was actually planning.

"I warned you not to let your family cause trouble. And you’re the one who created this mess. Now explain." Dante snapped.

She opened her mouth, only for the words to catch in her throat. She couldn’t say it. Saying it would mean condemning her mother and brother.

"Don’t insult me with lies. You won’t survive the consequences. What were you all up to? Tell me everything."

He shook her by the shoulders, forcing her to understand the seriousness of his words.

She was about to come up with an excuse to escape, but the warning made her bite her lip.

"They wanted to find the doctor..."

Dante’s expression hardened. "For what?"

His hand slid from her shoulder and clamped around her jaw once more, forcing her to meet his gaze.

"For... me," Camela said weakly. "I wanted her to assist me today. But she didn’t come."

Dante frowned.

"Why are you so stubborn? I told you she wouldn’t be coming today," Dante said through clenched teeth.

The pressure at Camela’s jaw tightened, making her wince. She grabbed at his hand, trying to coax him into loosening his grip.

"Yes, yes... but I needed her today," she said weakly.

Dante shoved her back hard, sending her falling onto the mattress.

"Don’t try to contact her when I’ve already given her leave. Do you understand?"

"Yes," Camela said, her tone obedient, yet beneath it, a spark of anger seethed at the sting of his icy demeanor.

Her mother had been right after all. Camela could tell from his protective grip that he was hiding the doctor.

That night, they sat together in her room, Dante away for the evening. The door was locked tight. They didn’t want any of the maids overhearing and reporting back to him.

"He’s really hiding that woman," Camela said angrily, punching the pillow resting on her lap.

Nico, who had been leaning against the wall, mimicked Camela’s angry expression, twisting his mouth in mockery.

She lifted a pillow and hurled it at Nico, who slipped aside just in time.

"See? I was right from the beginning. So what do we do now?" he asked.

"If you want answers, go to the hospital. That’s where the doctor is," Camela said, lifting her head slightly, gesturing in the direction of the hospital.

Rosalba rubbed her temple, trying to steady herself as she watched the two. They were never able to discuss anything calmly, not even for a moment.

For a brief instant, she wished James could return from the dead. Her chest rose and fell in a slow, weary breath. She missed him terribly. He had been the only child she had ever truly relied on.

"But I don’t even know her name or what she looks like. She wears a face mask all the time."

Camela spoke, snapping her fingers as the realization sank in.

"Ah yes! That’s more proof... the mask hides her face, and Dante only ever calls her ’doctor.’ He’s never said her name. Not once."

She slammed her fist into her palm, angry at herself for not noticing the small detail from the start.

"So just look for a blonde doctor," Nico said casually, as if it were as easy as drinking a glass of water.

The next day, Nico sat in the back seat of a cab, peering out the window at the hospital.

"So what’s the plan? Do we go in and confront her, or follow her quietly?" Nico asked.

He turned his head, only to see his mother was already gripping the door handle, ready to get out.

"Let’s just go inside first... we’ll decide whether to confront her or trail her once we’re in."

She slammed the door shut.

"We haven’t even found her yet," she muttered.

After crossing the street, Rosalba adjusted her dark sunglasses and made her way to the information counter, Nico close on her heels.

Resting one hand on the counter, Rosalba leaned in slightly, while Nico mirrored her stance beside her.

With a polite smile, Rosalba asked, "Where can I find the maternity clinic?"

"Oh, the maternity clinic." He stood and bent slightly to the side, pointing in the direction.

"Just go straight down this hall, then take a left. You’ll see a sign for the Mother and Child Clinic."

Both Nico and Rosalba sat among the patients, their eyes on the doctor’s room.

"How do we know which doctor is inside?" Nico asked.

He glanced to the side as a baby girl tried to grab his long hair. He quickly moved closer to her mother to keep the child away.

"Just wait. If we don’t find anyone today, we can come again tomorrow," Rosalba said.

Nico stood up. He could not sit idle for so long.

"I’m going to deal with the mosquitoes. You wait here."

Rosalba knew what he meant but could not help staring at him, puzzled. This was a hospital, and smoking was not allowed anywhere.

Nico wandered around the hospital area, circling after the security had chased him away for trying to smoke.

His eyes caught a group of staff leaving a meeting room. He fumbled for his phone in his pocket and called his mother.

"I found her... you won’t believe what I just saw," he whispered, leaning against a pillar.

Dante, Carvin, and a group of other staff came out of the meeting room, and a blonde woman walked behind them. From her height and posture, he was sure she was the one.