The Bodyguard's
Blood Sample

Until that moment, Carlo still could not believe that Miabella was dead at Vlad's hands. As long as Carlo does not see the body of his wife directly, he will not give up looking for his soulmate.

“Do not touch anything in this room. You guys stay on guard here until I get back,” Carlo said as he left the room. With a hasty step, Carlo looked for an elevator, then pressed the top floor button.

Shortly after, the elevator doors opened. The face Carlo first saw as he stepped out of the elevator was Marco. The middle-aged man looked riled up. The Klan de Luca leader looked much more agitated, when he saw that Carlo had come alone without taking Miabella. “Where is my nephew?” ask Marco was-was.

“Tuan.” Carlo did not answer immediately. He held onto the shoulder of the uncle of Miabella, then gripped her tightly. “Do you have the acquaintance of a forensic officer or anyone who can give access to do a DNA test?” ask the handsome blue-eyed man.

“What do you mean? For what?” Marco asked back. His feelings grew even more unnerving, as Carlo's face showed a very tense expression.

“Let's come with me to the basement of this mansion, sir,” take Carlo in half-forced body language.

Marco doesn't talk much anymore. He followed Carlo's quick steps towards the basement. There, the Klan de Luca chief found something that made him fall into a perfect daze. He saw how chaotic the place was, with pools of blood covering the floor. “Who's blood is this?” hisses.

“Here, Mr.” Carlo directs Marco to a special room next to the execution room. In that place, Carlo again played video footage showing Vlad while killing a woman who is suspected of being Miabella.

“What?” marco growled as he watched the sadistic scene after scene. “Job!” he snapped while breaking the table. He then turned to Carlo who was beside him. Marco immediately pulled the collar of the T-shirt worn by the head of the Red Wolf Clan. “This is all your fault! You've endangered my nephew! You're being rude, Carlo!” Marco pushed Carlo's body firmly, until the owner staggered and even fell.

Carlo had no intention of retaliating. Never mind fighting, to stand was so difficult for him. However, he returns to the belief that Miabella is still alive. That's what makes him have a little bit of strength and hope to bounce back.

“Master. I'm not sure if Vlad killed Miabella. My instincts tell me Bella's still alive. Therefore, I want to ask for your help,” pinta Carlo carefully.

“Cih! You still have the shame to ask me for help, Carlo!” marco growled while throwing a hard blow to the jaw of the handsome man.

Carlo staggered back. He immediately held on to the edge of the table so as not to fall. “This is for the sake of Miabella, sir. I want to prove something,” he said trying to convince Marco.

“What do you want to prove, huh?” Marco seemed to have lost his mind. His eyes turned red with the look of his face turning violent. It was not impossible that Miabella's uncle would immediately kill Carlo, if only Carlo did not immediately prevent by holding and tightly holding Marco's hand.

“Listen to me, Sir. You can kill me later. However, I want you to check first, the blood belongs to who is on the floor. Is the same as blood spots on the bed,” said Carlo.

Instantly, Marco fell silent. He began to think and digest Carlo's sentence deeply. “Do you think it's possible that the woman in the video isn't Bella?” tanyanya doubt. His tone was not as loud as before.

“That possibility will remain, Sir. After all Vlad did not show Miabella's face clearly. His face was covered in hair that happened to be the same color as my wife's hair,” explained Carlo slowly.

“Hm.” Marco nodded in understanding. “I think, I know I'll ask who for help,” he murmured. Without wasting any time, Marco reached into the phone from inside his jacket pocket, then picked one contact number.

Not long after, the call was connected. Marco spoke seriously to someone on the phone while occasionally glancing at Carlo. “My friend will be here any minute. It just so happens that he has now become the police chief in the Catania region,” Marco explained without being asked.

“Police head?” repeat Carlo.

“Yes. I've asked him to come here immediately,” replied Marco, then walked away from Carlo. The middle-aged man who always looked neat then gave directions to one of his men.

Just then, Carlo watched them from afar, while occasionally looking at the circular watch on his left wrist. Time has shown at three in the morning.

“How are you, Ignazio? I'm sorry I've been troubling you so early,” welcome Marco.

“No problem. What happened until you called me here, Marco? Has there been a war in this place?” asked the man named Ignazio while circulating his gaze to every corner of the room in amazement.

“I really need your help. As I said on the phone earlier.” Marco then played surveillance footage on the police and his aide until it was over. “I'm not sure if the person in the video is my niece, Miabella de Luca. So, I need you to check every piece of evidence in this place. Including the blood on the floor, and also on the pillow,” pointed Marco towards the small bed that had been torn in two due to the actions of Carlo a moment ago.

“The evidence in this place is not polluted, right?” Ignazio again surveyed the surroundings before refocusing his attention on Marco.

“No, Sir,” says Carlo. “I've ordered everyone to stay away from that area.” The head of the Red Wolf clan pointed straight at the pool of blood and the messy bed.

“Good,” said Police Chief Ignazio Ranieri stared as he stared fixedly at Carlo.

"I've seen you before,” murmured the man quietly.

“Then, Carlo was Bella's bodyguard. Now she is already her husband,” Marco explained before Carlo could answer.

“Oh, so it seems. I always remember Miabella as a cute and adorable little girl. In the past, he was never separated from his stepfather, Adriano D’Angelo. May the beautiful child be well.” Ignazio exhaled slowly.

The man told his men to check the scene.

While wearing rubber gloves, the police aide was quick to take all objects that could be used as samples and instructions. The adjutant then put the samples in a medium-sized plastic bag. After that, he handed it to Ignazio.

“Good. I'll take these things and I'll check them out as soon as possible. However, I also need another sample as a comparison,” Ignazio said.

“Means?” ask Marco and Carlo simultaneously.

“I will speed up the DNA identification process. The end result should be compared with DNA samples from the closest family member,” replied Ignazio. “It doesn't matter if the comparison sample is delivered slower, as long as it is no more than a week,”.

“It means we have to contact Mia. In any case, Adriano should know this" Marco broke up.

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