In the Heart of Darkness

Chapter 55: Protection

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Marcello had already left for Barcelona, yet his teasing words lingering in Sophia's mind as she stood outside Zara's hospital room. Her hands trembled as they clutched her coat, her heart a whirlpool of emotions: relief, fear, guilt, and anxiety. She could feel the gravity of everything that had just unfolded and knew this was far from over.

Before she could think further, Ibrahim came out of the hospital room. His tall, imposing figure moved with sharp precision, his face cold and unyielding. His brow was furrowed, lips pressed into a thin, hard line. His presence felt suffocating, every movement a reminder of his unspoken disappointment and rage.

Sophia froze as his dark eyes met hers. They were sharp, piercing, and terrifying, and they burned into her like a knife.

"Go inside and meet her. Don't make me wait. I have something very important to discuss with you," he said, his voice sharp and cold, carrying authority and fury.

Sophia felt her chest tighten at his words. She knew what awaited her. She knew the storm in his eyes would erupt as soon as she spoke.

"Okay, Baba," she managed to whisper, her voice trembling under the weight of his gaze.

With her head down, she turned toward the hospital door, her stomach in knots. She felt every step like a prison sentence, unsure of how to face him or how to explain herself.

Ibrahim paced anxiously outside Zara's hospital room, his footsteps echoing faintly in the silent corridor. His arms were crossed tightly over his chest, hands clenching into fists at his sides as frustration burned through him. Every passing minute felt like an eternity.

The sterile white walls, the faint smell of antiseptic, and the muffled sounds of other patients only heightened his unease. Ibrahim's jaw tightened. He didn't trust this place. It wasn't about the competence of the doctors—he just couldn't shake the feeling that Zara wasn't safe here.

Pulling out his phone, he dialed Amaar's number, his voice clipped and firm when Amaar answered.

"Amaar, I want the hospital security doubled immediately," Ibrahim said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"Sir, the hospital already has a secure perimeter," Amaar replied, slightly confused but respectful.

"I don't care!" Ibrahim snapped, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "Zara's safety comes first. I can't take any risks right now."

There was a beat of silence before Ammar spoke again, his voice calm yet understanding. "Understood. I'll make arrangements."

Ibrahim's breathing remained heavy, but he wasn't done. His next order was sharp and decisive. "Forget about it. Shift Zara to my private hospital—today."

"Your private hospital?" Amaar clarified cautiously.

"Yes, don't make me repeat myself," Ibrahim said firmly. That place was built near his mansion for emergencies like this. He know she'll get the best healthcare and he trust everyone inside those walls. The media can't get near her there either. As no one can enter there without his permission.

"I'll send the medical team right away. She'll be transferred within the hour," Amaar assured.
Ibrahim ended the call and let out a heavy breath, his gaze drifting toward the door that separated him from Zara. He leaned against the wall for support, his mind swirling with worry.