Chapter 267
Chapter 267
Alia POV
My pitying gaze stung Luca's eyes. Luca glared at me furiously, kicking and struggling, but Nicola found a rope and tied her feet together as well.
Unable to break free, Luca cursed angrily: "Alia, you jinx, you meddlesome woman, just you wait and see. I want to see how long you can stay smug, how long you can be arrogant."
"We'll see!"
I snorted coldly in my heart. Did Luca really think she could escape from my hands?
Anyone who betrayed my Marco, I would absolutely not let such a person remain.
...
After the news of Marco's coma spread, Black Eagle Hospital was surrounded by reporters so tightly that water couldn't leak through, already affecting the hospital's normal operations.
The police station responsible for this area dispatched many officers, but they couldn't control the situation. Finally, the Portano Public Security Bureau had to deploy a batch of special police to maintain order at the scene before the situation improved.
After camping out for a while, some reporters knew they couldn't get anything and withdrew, while others stubbornly held their ground, determined not to leave until they got something.
During this chaotic time, I had already instructed Giulio to contact several well-respected and authoritative reporters in the media circle.
The press conference venue was a borrowed conference room at Black Eagle Hospital. The preparation was rushed, but that didn't matter.
The key point of this press conference was what capacity I would hold it in, whether I could suppress the news of Marco's serious illness, and simultaneously stabilize the hearts of Black Eagle's various directors.
Having lived for over twenty years, I had attended similar press conferences before.
For example, the day after Marco and I got married, I faced a large press conference.
But at that time, the protagonists were Marco and other directors, and I was just an inconspicuous little assistant whom reporters wouldn't even notice. Today, however, I was the protagonist of this press conference, the only protagonist.
Seeing so many cameras and microphones pointed at me for the first time, it was impossible not to be nervous, but I converted the nervousness in my heart into strength.
Now that Marco was unconscious in his hospital bed, I had to stand in front of him and shield him from the storm.
I quietly took a breath, trying my best to smile and face the reporters' questions calmly and composedly.
The questions the reporters asked were naturally about Marco's condition, and I answered according to the prepared responses.
Fortunately, these reporters were people Giulio was very familiar with. They had good professional ethics, and their tone when asking questions was relatively gentle, not the kind that made you want to punch someone just by hearing it.
The press conference ended in about half an hour, so smoothly that even we couldn't believe it.
After seeing off the reporters, I let out a big sigh of relief, then heard Giulio say: "Madam, if someone deliberately stirs up trouble behind our backs, I'm afraid we won't be able to suppress the news for long."
I thought for a moment and said: "For now, we can only use this method to suppress it. We'll suppress it for as long as we can. You follow up on the situation with the reporters and Black Eagle. I'll go ask the doctor about Marco's condition."
Giulio said: "I'll keep a close eye on Black Eagle and the reporters. I'll report to you immediately if there's any situation."
I nodded: "Good. Thank you for your trouble."
With Giulio as my helper, everything went smoothly, and I saved a lot of worry.
The poison Marco was given was colorless and odorless. The doctors had never seen it before. Two or three days had already passed, but they still had no clue, which meant they temporarily couldn't think of a way to wake Marco up.
The experts invited from abroad had also arrived. After their examination, they gave the same results as the previous doctors.
They needed to observe Marco's condition further, conduct various tests, and needed time to develop an antidote.
They needed time, but time was exactly what was urgent on my end. I could temporarily settle the storm about Marco's critical condition, but if someone spread rumors again next, probably no one would be willing to believe me anymore.
So I only hoped Marco could wake up quickly, at least before Andre took action.
But whatever I feared would come to pass. Giulio's side brought news that the message about Marco being poisoned and on the verge of death had already spread, and the board of directors was demanding an emergency meeting.
The fact that the board members would come out to make trouble at this time clearly showed someone was manipulating them behind the scenes, and everyone already knew who that person was.
Just as I was troubled by this matter, the arrival of another important figure gave me a glimmer of hope.
Marcello, General of the Portano Military District, Marco's uncle, if he was willing to help, it would at least guarantee Marco's safety.
As long as Marco's safety was assured, I could let go and do what I wanted to do.
Marcello was still in military uniform, looking extremely serious, yet his whole body exuded an undeniable roguish aura.
He stood by Marco's bedside, looking and looking, watching and watching. After observing for a long time, he finally spoke: "While Marco hasn't woken up, I'll be responsible for all of your safety."
"Thank you!" After thanking Marcello, I looked at Marco again.
After staring at Marco for a while, I walked back to sit beside him, lowered my head to kiss his forehead gently, and said softly: "Marco, I need to go out and handle some business. Don't worry about me. I'll be back to accompany you soon."
After dropping these words, I turned and left. On the surface, I was rushing to meet up with Giulio, but actually I was afraid I couldn't control my emotions in front of Marco.
In front of others, I could remain calm and composed, but once I saw Marco, I couldn't pretend nothing was wrong.
Seeing such a fine man now only able to lie here unconscious, my heart would ache...
...
Just after I left, Marcello received a phone call from Andre.
He answered, and Andre's dissatisfied voice immediately came through the phone: "Marcello, are you trying to scheme against me?"
Marcello snorted coldly and said: "Andre, have you forgotten everything I told you?"
Andre: "What?"
Marcello continued: "Marco is my own nephew. If you scheme against him, how could I, his uncle, stand by and watch?"
Andre said angrily: "You mean you're choosing him and abandoning Sabrina?"
Hearing Andre's words, Marcello suddenly laughed heartily. After laughing, he threw out an extremely sharp question: "Andre, are you Sabrina's real grandfather or Marco's real grandfather?"
Andre paused slightly, then said: "Of course it's Marco..."
Marcello interrupted him, saying: "Marco is your grandson, yet you drugged him. Is this something a grandfather would do to his only grandson? Sometimes I really doubt whether you're his real grandfather."
Andre explained: "That drug will only make him sleep temporarily and won't have any other effects on his body. As for..."
Hearing Andre's words, Marcello couldn't help but sneer again, saying: "Andre, you're learned and knowledgeable. Do I, a junior, need to tell you the principle that all medicine is somewhat poisonous?"
Andre: "..."