But today, he was truly terrified!
When he heard through a phone call that Cornelia was in trouble, when he didn't know who had taken her, when he couldn't find her, an unprecedented panic soaked into his guts like poison, making him feel the suffocation of nearing death.
"Cornelia", he croaked, tightening his grip around her, "Trust me, I won't let anyone hurt you again."
"Marc, we're here," Dr. Dawson called out. No response, so she continued, "Marc, we're at the hospital, let's get Cornelia onto the stretcher."
The name "Cornelia" jerked Marcus out of his thoughts, and he walked into the hospital carrying Cornelia.
The best doctors from all departments had gathered, all because Marcus had declared, "If anything happens to her, you can all piss off."
The look in his eyes and tone of his voice as he spoke made everyone believe that if anything happened to Cornelia, they'd be out on their asses. Some even thought Marcus might blow up the hospital.
Her blood was drawn, and the tests were run, all as quickly as possible, but results still took some time.
During this time, Marcus stood by Cornelia's bed, not taking a single step away.
"President Hartley, the test results are in," Dr. Dawson burst into the room, lab report in hand. "The drug Eden gave Cornelia seems to be some kind of sedative, it can make people lose consciousness and forget everything after. If used excessively, it can even cause death. You got here just in time, Cornelia is safe now, she's out of danger."
Dr. Dawson felt relieved, at least Cornelia was saved. But Marcus didn't feel relieved at all.
A good husband would never let his wife face such danger.
"You can leave now," he said.
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