Chapter 39
Chapter 39:
“She was hit by a car,” Alexia said, her voice suddenly hard and cold, stripped of any emotion. “If you still have any conscience left, get over here.”
Brandon slammed the brakes. The tires screeched against the asphalt, and the car came to a halt.
A horn blared behind him, followed by a string of angry curses. But Brandon barely heard them. His grip on the steering wheel tightened as Alexia’s call cut off.
Beside him, Vivian had heard everything. She said nothing at first, but then her phone buzzed.
She glanced down, then slowly tucked it away. Turning to Brandon, her eyes widened with worry.
“Brandon… could something really have happened to her? We should go—now.” Her voice trembled, full of concern. “This doesn’t sound small. It sounds serious. Thank God she was brought to Crobert Hospital. And Alexia’s there—her best friend. She’ll be in good hands, but… Brandon, we should hurry. Millie called you so many times—it must’ve been important.”
She looked like she might cry. But when she turned her face away, there was a gleam in her eyes that didn’t match her tone.
A car accident was serious, yes. But now Millie had ended up at a hospital where her best friend worked, and one run by her best friend’s father. Those missed calls could easily be seen as part of a carefully laid plan. Could she really be calling him nonstop if she were seriously injured? Vivian wouldn’t say it out loud, but her words suggested enough. Millie and Alexia, teaming up again.
Still, Vivian kept her mask on.
Tears rolled down her cheeks. “Brandon, I know you’re with me now. But if something happened to her and we didn’t even go… I’d carry that guilt forever.” She turned away suddenly and coughed into her hand. When she looked up again, there was blood at the corner of her mouth.
Brandon’s eyes flicked toward her. Vivian quickly slipped the tiny blood capsule into her purse.
“I’m fine,” she said, her voice shaking. “Don’t worry about me. Just… get us to the hospital.”
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Brandon didn’t say a word. He restarted the car, and the Aston Martin turned, heading for Crobert Hospital.
Inside Crobert Hospital, Alexia moved restlessly, pacing the floor with worry etched across her face.
Millie had Rh-negative blood, and when she first spoke about terminating the pregnancy, Alexia had taken precautions, arranging for a blood supply in advance—just to be safe.
It hadn’t been long since that moment, and the blood reserves still hadn’t been replenished. What if something went wrong and Millie needed a transfusion right away?
Alexia and Millie’s friendship had begun before either of them could walk. Side by side, they were rarely seen apart, even as children.
A legacy of medicine surrounded Alexia from birth, with her home brimming with stories of healing and shelves lined with textbooks. Yet, much of her knowledge was secondhand—gleaned from stories rather than true emergencies. Read full story at.net
Everything changed the day she and Millie slipped away for a secret adventure. Driven by a craving for excitement, Alexia swiped her brother’s motorcycle and convinced Millie to join her for a wild ride.
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