Chapter 75

"Step on it, Evelyn!"

Evelyn slammed her foot on the accelerator. The sleek silver convertible vanished into the night. Beside her, Julian kept refreshing his social media feed.

He kept shoving his phone in her face with ridiculous theories.

"Listen to this one - they think we were childhood sweethearts reunited by fate."

"Here's another claiming we had a whirlwind romance in Mardovia."

"This one's my favorite - says our mothers arranged our marriage in the womb."

Evelyn rolled her eyes. "The internet really needs better hobbies."

"Oh, and—"

"And what?"

"And there's some nasty comments about you—"

Evelyn shot him a death glare. "I swear I'll throw you out of this moving car!"

The convertible roared down the deserted highway. Suddenly, an eighteen-wheeler swerved into their lane without warning.

Evelyn's instincts screamed danger. She jerked the wheel, but too late. A blinding flash of headlights—

Every nerve in her body fired at once. Primal terror seized her as the massive truck plowed into them.

The airbags exploded on impact, pinning Evelyn against her seat. The steering wheel crumpled like paper as the front end collapsed.

Their car spun violently before skidding to a stop in the middle of the road.

The truck reversed deliberately—then rammed them again before speeding off. This wasn't an accident. This was attempted murder.

Paparazzi who'd been tailing them kept their distance, terrified of a potential explosion. Only a few had the presence of mind to dial 911 with shaking hands.

Through the settling dust, a black Bentley screeched to a halt.

The man who emerged moved with lethal grace. He sprinted toward the wreckage, his designer shoes crunching over broken glass.

"Wait—is that—?"

The reporters' cameras started clicking furiously. "That's Harrison Whitmore!"

"Fulton Group's CEO!"

Evelyn felt warm blood trickling down her neck. The acrid smell of gasoline filled her nostrils.

"Evelyn!"

Someone was calling her name through the fog.

The world muted except for that desperate voice. Her eyelids grew impossibly heavy. Through the haze, Harrison's face came into focus.

He wrenched the mangled door open like it was tissue paper, gathering her into his arms.

She pressed her cheek against his chest, soothed by the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

"Julian..." she whispered.

"He's safe." Harrison cradled her carefully, avoiding her injuries. His calm voice anchored her as darkness crept in.

At the hospital, Julian escaped with just a fractured wrist.

But Evelyn—

Harrison paced outside the OR, his gaze locked on the glowing surgery sign. When the surgeon emerged, his expression was grim.

"She's hemorrhaging. We need blood immediately, but we don't have enough."

Before Harrison could respond, Nathan rounded the corner. "Take mine. I'm O negative."

He'd been drinking when he got the call. Thankfully, Simon had heard the news and alerted him.

The doctor wiped his brow. Every passing second decreased Evelyn's chances.

"The patient has Rh-null blood—the rarest type. Regular donations won't work."

Nathan froze. "What now?"

"You didn't know your own wife had a rare blood type?" The doctor's voice rose in panic. "Besides, you reek of alcohol! Even if she had a common type, your blood's useless!"

For once, the arrogant CEO had no retort. Since when did he pay attention to Evelyn's medical history?

"You never even bothered to learn her blood type?" Harrison's voice cut like a blade. "What kind of husband were you?"

So the rumors were true—Nathan Sterling had neglected his wife. Good riddance to their marriage.

Nathan bristled at the doctor's scolding. When this stranger joined in, he turned with icy disdain.

He recognized the man—Harrison Whitmore, Fulton Group's wunderkind.

"And why exactly do you care?" Nathan sneered. "You seem awfully invested in my ex-wife."

"You're divorced!"

"Everything about her is still my business!" Nathan shot back.

Harrison clenched his fists but held his temper. Saving Evelyn came first. He pulled out his phone.

"Activate the emergency donor list. Get every possible match to this hospital immediately."

After a beat, he added, "Expand the search to all Fulton Group employees. We can't take any chances."