Chapter 126

A sharp pain suddenly pierced Vincent King's chest.

He mechanically slid into the driver's seat. Only when his foot hit the accelerator did he realize with a start - he had no idea which hospital Andrew Lucas had taken Susan Thompson to.

Greenhill City had over a hundred hospitals. Searching blindly would be like finding a needle in a haystack.

His hands trembled as he dialed his assistant Roger Davis.

"Find out which hospital Susan's at immediately!"

After hanging up, Vincent sped aimlessly through the streets. Within ten minutes, Roger called back.

Susan had been taken to the same hospital as Candy Wilson. She was currently in emergency surgery.

Vincent jerked the steering wheel, running three red lights before screeching into the hospital parking lot in under twenty minutes.

Standing in the lobby, he suddenly realized he hadn't asked for the emergency room's exact location.

As he reached for his phone again, snippets of conversation drifted from a nearby hallway.

"That poor girl was covered in blood..."

"She was gone before the doctors could even start treatment."

"Young people these days take their lives so easily. Imagine her parents' grief."

"Her clothes were torn... probably assaulted..."

Vincent's ears rang. Only one detail registered - someone had died.

He grabbed the middle-aged man who'd spoken. "Who died? Where?"

The man stammered under Vincent's glare. "The... the girl who slit her wrists... probably in the morgue..."

Vincent's grip slackened.

He staggered back two steps, his chest feeling caved in by a sledgehammer.

In the morgue, a nervous doctor pointed to a gurney with a white sheet.

Vincent's hand hovered, unable to lift the covering.

When he finally saw the dead woman's face, he exhaled in relief - not Susan.

His phone vibrated. Roger's text gave the correct location: fifth floor emergency room.

Vincent took the stairs two at a time.

Outside the ER, Andrew Lucas paced restlessly. The normally composed third son of the Lucas family now had a loosened tie, wrinkled suit, and bloodshot eyes.

The ER doors swung open.

"She's lost too much blood and needs an immediate transfusion. But she's Rh-negative and we're low on stock."

"Take mine!" Andrew rolled up his sleeve without hesitation. "I'm Rh-negative too."

Watching Andrew follow the doctor inside, Vincent hated his own blood type for the first time.

His phone rang abruptly.

"Vincent! Candy's having another episode!" Nicole Capra's voice trembled. "She pulled out her IV and keeps screaming about stomach pain..."

Vincent glanced toward the inpatient wing at the end of the hall.

Candy's shrieks carried faintly: "Don't touch my baby! Help—"