The call connected after a single ring. "Alma," Enrico barked into the phone, his tone sharp, "I need the house doctor on standby immediately. Have him prepare everything."
Alma’s voice trembled on the other end of the line. Her mind raced with who could be injured and needed urgent care. “Y-Yes, Mr. Saviano. I’ll have everything ready.” She didn’t ask questions, but the urgency in her tone reflected the gravity of the situation.
Enrico ended the call abruptly, tossing the phone onto the passenger seat. He could feel his pulse throbbing in his temples, his entire body tense with a mixture of anger and something dangerously close to panic. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. Isabella was supposed to suffer for her betrayal, for trying to defy him, but she wasn’t supposed to die.
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