Between Ruin And Resolve: My Ex-Husband’s Regret

Chapter 1129:

Stan trailed after Noah, struggling to match his determined pace. They arrived at the trauma wing. A sharp, sterile scent hung in the air, tinged with the coppery trace of spilled blood.

Suddenly, the ER doors banged open. A doctor emerged in haste, soaked with perspiration and visibly tense.

“He’s hemorrhaging badly. We need to start a transfusion immediately! But we’re nearly out of O-negative. Nearby facilities might help, but the roads are packed. We may not have an hour—he might not last that long!”

Stan felt the words hit like a punch to the chest. His vision swam, knees buckling beneath him. “No… no, sir! Mr. Howe!” he cried out, stumbling toward the entrance, sobs catching in his throat. “If you don’t make it… what am I supposed to do?” His voice cracked under the weight of fear.

Noah’s jaw tightened. He shot Stan a sharp look, annoyance flickering in his eyes. Panic would solve nothing. He turned to the doctor, his voice steady and clear.

“I’m O-negative. Use mine.”

doctor’s eyes went wide, as if he’d just

stopped short. He looked up, stunned—caught between disbelief and renewed

time asking how the two men were connected. The

the doctor barked. “Prep for

above the double

forever, it finally blinked off. Both Alex and Noah were rolled out and placed in neighboring recovery suites. Stan had stayed put the entire time. Seeing Alex—wan but stable—finally eased the tight

slumping back against the wall. Alex was safe.

the overhead glare. His surroundings slowly came

room, hopeful, then dimmed. His

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nearby, watching as his employer emerged from unconsciousness, relief blooming in his chest. But when that fragile question broke the silence, his expression faltered. He looked away, the hint of