Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover
Chapter 609

marked with fresh blood. Gently, he took off his suit jacket and draped it over her shoulders.

Linda had just been rushed into the emergency room, leaving everyone outside in a tense, worried silence. Chloe leaned against the hallway wall, feeling chilled to her bones. Connor stood next to her, noticing her discomfort. She was still in her bridesmaid dress, now

Lucas sat on a bench in the hallway, staring blankly at his blood-stained hands, lost in thought. Not long after, the doors to the emergency room swung open, and a nurse came out with a serious look on her face.

"Who here is family to Linda?" she asked urgently. Lucas didn't respond at first, his mind elsewhere, but the question snapped him back to reality. He quickly stood, "I am. I'm her husband."

The nurse explained the dire situation, "The patient, who is pregnant, is in critical condition. The bullet missed her heart but damaged other organs, and she's lost a lot of blood. The baby has been without oxygen for too long, and the amniotic fluid has broken. We need to deliver the baby immediately."

The news hit everyone like a shockwave. "How can we deliver the baby in this condition?" Lucas asked, his voice filled with worry.

"There are definitely risks," the nurse replied firmly. "A natural delivery isn't possible; we need to perform a cesarean section. Doing both surgeries simultaneously is incredibly risky."

She handed him a consent form, "Mr. Antonio, we'll do everything we can."

Lucas's hands trembled as he signed the paper. His emotions towards Linda were tangled and complicated. Despite his resentment for her lies and manipulation, he had once loved her deeply. He had feft everything behind to start anew in the U.S. with her, dreaming of a life together, growing old side by side, and building a family.

After Linda announced her pregnancy, he envisioned a blissful life as a family of three. He could never have imagined this day would come, not in a million years. Even though he harbored anger towards her now, wishing she'd disappear from his life, the idea of losing her terrified him.

It wasn't just because she was

carrying his child. Linda was the only

person who had ever made him feel like the best man alive. Her past praise, admiration, and dependence were the highlights of his life. Even if those moments were built

the pride and satisfaction they

lies,

brought him were genuine.

With Linda, he felt truly needed, like someone important, admired, and respected. Those memories had been his emotional sustenance over the years. Without her, he feared he'd be engulfed by loneliness.

Amidst his chaotic thoughts, the emergency room's warning light flashed red-a sign of grave danger. The same nurse rushed out, "The patient is experiencing severe blood loss, and we're running low on, blood. She has a rare AB negative blood type. We're coordinating with other hospitals, but it might not be enough. People with this rare blood type often have support groups. Can anyone here donate blood of the same type?"

Because of the rarity, those with uncommon blood types often formed networks to help each other in emergencies.

Chloe stepped forward, "I have the same blood type. I can donate to her."

She had known for a while that she and Linda shared this rare blood type.