Bella pov.
I deeply regretted that I impulsively slapped that bitch yesterday.
I can't tangle with Kelsey, or I might let Stinson know I'm still alive. I can't let him know that. Besides, I can’t risk it to let him know about my precious babies. If he found out, he would definitely take them away from me.
Thinking of this, I stepped on the gas hard and sped all the way to the airport. Finally we arrived at the airport.
"Allen, you take care of your sister. Is it okay if mommy goes to check in?"
"No problem, I got it. Just go, mommy!" Allen patted his uplifted chest, with a lovely, smiling face.
I smiled, and then I took my documents to to check in on the automatic check-in machine.
But something strange happened. The automatic check-in machine couldn't recognize my information. I didn’t know what was wrong with it. Was this machine broken? Therefore I went to try another machine, but it couldn’t recognize my information either.
I started to have a bad feeling that I would have to queue up to go to a manual workstation to check in now.
Something terrible happened when I was checking in. After the service personnel at the workstation took my certificate and checked it, he said to me, "Miss Sibbel, I’m sorry, but you have been restricted from leaving the country."
Restricted from leaving the country? What the hell was going on?
"Why? That’s insane!"
"I'm sorry, I don't know the exact reason, but the airport had received a notice that Dr. Sybil of OM Hospital was prohibited from leaving the country."
Dr. Sybil of OM Hospital!
I was so angry that my body trembled and I could feel the veins on my forehead bulging out of rage.
It must be him! That bastard! Kelsey must have told Stinson everything, so he used his power to get the airline to restrict my exit. To hell with them!
I took a deep breath to calm myself down and returned to my two children.
"Mommy, what happened? Why are you blushing? Have I not been good? That’s why you are mad." Ellie asked gingerly when she saw I was furious.
"No, it’s not your fault, my sweetheart. There’s an emergency. Mommy has to go back the hospital, so I couldn't take you to travel this time."
"Mommy, that’s okay. We can go next time. " Allen replied in a very understanding way.
I finally calmed down completely. I squatted down in front of the two children and grabbed their little arms.
"Sweethearts, next time Mommy will definitely take you on a trip again. Mommy’s in a hurry right now. I'll call Aunt Mary to come over. You guys sit in the cafe and wait for her to pick you up, okay?"
"Okay mommy! Don't worry, I will take care of my sister. We will stay here waiting for Auntie Mary."
"Mommy, I will be good. Don’t worry."
I looked at these two obedient children, my heart was sore. I reached out and hugged them tightly.
After dropping the kids off at the cafe, I left immediately. On the way, I called Mary, who was my best and most trusted friend, to give her a good account of what happened. She agreed to my request without any question.
The situation was urgent, because I noticed that the airport attendant made calls immediately after I left, nervously watching me. I guessed that he was trying to inform Stinson to get me.
Then I slowly walked to the entrance of the airport and pretended to leave, when the airport security at the entrance suddenly stopped me. Two men in black suits came out behind them.
"Hello, Dr. Sybil. Our President Stinson would like to meet you."
"Lead the way." I said expressionlessly.
I did not guess wrong. Then be it! I wasn't afraid to meet him, because I never felt I owed him anything. I was just worried that he might find out the truth about my babies.
I was taken to the car, and to my surprise they took me back to the OM Hospital. In front of my office, two men in black gestured for me to go in.
I stood in the doorway and took a deep breath. I opened the door and swept into the room indifferently. Sitting in the center office chair was none other than that damned Stinson. His assistant Quinn and Dean Dufner were also in the room.
Stinson, the man still looked the same as five years ago, or he was more attractive than before. He had neatly cut black hair, handsome face, broad shoulders, and well-developed muscles. You can see the contours of his muscles through his shirt. It seemed that he had been keeping working out in the past few years. But his face was more gloomy than before. If he used to be a cold and ruthless man, now he looked more brutal.
Stinson sat on top of that black office chair, holding my work card. His obsidian eyes met mine, making me feel like being stared at by a fierce beast; he looked more dangerous than ever.
Dean Dufner, who was sitting there, hurriedly said.
"Dr. Sybil, you are finally here."
"Yes, I’m back."
"Dr. Sybil, this is the president of S Company, Mr. Stinson. He's the patient I told you about. Aren’t you going to give him an examination?"
"Mr. Dufner, I already said that I can't cure him. You’d better find another doctor."
The next second, Stinson's pupil shrank severely, and the work card was broken in two in his hand! He stood up from his seat with a twisted and grim smile.
"Sybil, Sybil...... a very beautiful name." He strolled up to me, and looked down at me.
"I’m flattered, Mr. Stinson." I tried to pretend I was calm, but I knew I had failed; my voice was trembling so hard that I bet everyone in the room could have easily noticed.
No sooner had the words left my mouth than Stinson suddenly grabbed me by the shoulders and slammed me hard against the wall with a "bang". Before I could react, one hand was clutched in his hand and lifted above his head, pressing it against the wall. His face was so close that I could feel the warm breath coming out of his nose. His obsidian eyes were full of resentment.
He said in a low voice, "Indeed, it's so much better than your old name, isn't it? Bella?"
Quinn and Dean Dufner saw this scene and were outright dumbfounded with fear on the spot.
"Let go of me! What do you want? Stinson, you bastard!!!" I came back to my senses and roared at him, struggling desperately. But this damn man was so strong that I felt like my hands were in a death grip.
"Bella!!! You're fooling me around, aren't you? You like to play dead? Good! Good! Then I will play with you!"
Stinson's whole face became hideous. His eyes were bloodshot, staring at me with a deadly stare. He reached out with his other hand and holding me in a death grip around my throat, like a monster.
I felt a bit dizzy. My face became swollen and red, and tears began to roll down my cheeks. But I wasn't afraid of him at all. I stared at him, with nothing in my eyes but disdain and contempt for him, and I spoke angrily.
"Go ahead and...do it, strangle me if you can...I've already died once anyway. I'm not afraid to die... a second time. Stinson... I'm telling you...you either kill me today...or...one day...you'll be killed by me!!!"
Stinson was at first stunned, and a moment later, the man was completely enraged, his forehead veins bulging. He strangled me harder with his arms, with a devil expression on his face. I struggled desperately, trying to free myself. But his strength was so great that I could hardly breathe anymore. I felt my neck would be broken by him before I suffocated to death.
"President Stinson, what are you doing? Stop it! Stop it! She's your wife!"
"Mr. Stinson, calm down!"
Luckily, Quinn and Dean Dufner rushed over together at this time. One grabbed Stinson's arm, and the other held him tightly. Finally, they got him under control.
I slowly slid down the wall and fell to the floor. I covered my neck with one hand and started to breathe heavily.
This damn man was really a monster! A monster!
A few moments later, the atmosphere in the office was surprisingly calm for a short while, probably because it had just experienced such an exciting conflict. While on Stinson, there was still a strong murderous aura emanating from him.
"Okay. Bella, I'll give you a chance. You honestly tell me everything. What was going on five years ago? Why are you still alive? What about the two children? Are they also alive? Did you take them away?"
I looked at him without saying a word. I had made up my mind that I would not tell him the truth.
Seeing my lack of response, he said to me in a threatening tone.
"If you don't tell me everything today, you are dead!"