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Marco then hurriedly got out of his car and rushed to the room where Letta was. Despite instructing Viko to be at the hospital, worry still enveloped his heart. Marco hoped that Viko could stop anyone trying to harm Letta. Nonetheless, because Marco hadn't been able to contact Viko, his anxiety only grew. Eventually, Marco ran to see the guards who were still calmly stationed in front of Letta's room.

"Who's inside?" Marco asked.

"Mr. Viko is in there, sir," the guard replied, prompting Marco to push the door forcefully. Letta immediately looked at Marco as he walked quickly towards them.

"What's going on?" Marco asked, seeing Viko staring at the nurse with an intimidating gaze.

"Honey, what's wrong with your face?" Letta asked, noticing the bruise at the corner of his lip, causing Marco to touch it and then smile warmly at Letta.

"Just a minor injury, it's nothing," Marco said. Then, he looked at the food in Letta's lap.

"You haven't eaten it, have you?" Marco asked, forcefully taking the food when Letta shook her head.

"Not yet, I should have eaten it as I have to take my medication," Letta said. Marco then asked again, "Did he deliver this food?"

As Marco asked the question, Letta nodded. Then, Letta asked with a sharp gaze towards Marco and Viko, who had been staring at the nurse with an intimidating look since the beginning.

"No, but I never asked for food like this from the hospital. Isn't this a different menu from what the hospital provides?" Marco asked, making Letta nod while furrowing her brow.

"Didn't you ask the hospital to provide me with different food and drinks because you were afraid I'd get bored?" Letta asked, making Marco immediately look at the nurse, who now could only bow her head with trembling hands. "So that's the explanation this nurse gave?" Marco asked, and Letta nodded.

"So you never asked for it?" Letta asked.

"Honey, if I wanted you to eat delicious food, I wouldn't need to ask the hospital. I would directly request the best chef to cook for you," Marco said, leaving Letta speechless. Letta began to process what was happening around her. Marco then approached and handed the bow! Of food to the nurse.

"My wife doesn't like to eat food like this, so rather than letting it go to waste, you'd better eat it yourself," Marco said, making the nurse look up with widened eyes.

"No, sir. I'd better replace it with the food Miss Letta wants," the nurse said, making Marco shake his head.

"No need. I'll handle it myself. You heard me, didn't you? And I want you to eat this food right in front of me," Marco said, leaving the nurse silent, struggling to swallow her own saliva, finding it difficult for her to comply.

"Take it before I force-feed you all of this," Marco said coldly, making the nurse extend her hand. It was apparent how her trembling hand took hold of the bowl, but before she could take the food, Letta immediately stopped her. "Marco, what's really going on?" Letta asked, halting the nurse's movement.

"I just wanted to share this meal with this nurse, but I don't want you to eat it. I think this food isn't suitable for you and our baby," Marco reiterated.

"In that case, it's better to return it to the hospital, don't force her. Maybe she doesn't want to eat it," Letta suggested, but Marco shook his head.

"No, at least a nurse should appreciate the food provided by the hospital. So eat it. I've been kind enough to you," Marco insisted, making the nurse weakly shake her head.

"Why are you afraid your life will be in danger if you eat this food?" Marco guessed, causing the nurse to widen her eyes, as did Letta.

"What do you mean? Is there something wrong with the food?" Letta asked, her gaze filled with concern for her husband.

"Just see what I will do to someone who plays with my wife's life. So now, before I forcefully feed you, it's better for you to eat this food willingly," Marco said, and the trembling nurse began to feed herself. Even just a small bite made her eyes widen as her body began to react. Similarly, Letta immediately covered her mouth, wide-eyed, as she saw the nurse collapse before her, her face turning blue. Then, the nurse began foaming at the mouth.

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"Marco, do something! You can't let the nurse lose her life in front of us, can you?" Letta said, panic evident on her face, while Viko and Marco just looked at her with blank expressions, as if they didn't see someone dying from poisoning. "That's her punishment," Marco said again.

"Then, what if he dies? I don't want to have a husband who kills someone," Letta said, still met with a nonchalant response from Marco.

"Guard, quickly call a nurse or doctor," Marco instructed the guard outside. They must have heard his scream, prompting the guard to rush and summon medical personnel. After a few minutes, a doctor and a nurse rushed into Letta's room. However, they were also shocked to see their colleague trembling with foaming mouth.

"What's wrong with her?" the doctor asked in a panic.

"Examine her and ask her what she did afterwards. I will immediately process this through the legal channels," Marco said casually. Then, he turned and walked towards Letta, who still looked panicked, while the nurse and the doctor, who knew nothing, immediately took their colleague and called other medical staff to examine her. Letta then looked straight at Marco, who was now looking at Freya, who was sleeping.

"What was he actually going to do to the food?" Letta asked with a questioning gaze, causing Marco to look at his wife's face with a gentle expression, as he could already anticipate her reaction, especially after seeing the nurse in such a bad condition earlier, in front of Letta.