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.”

went wide, as if he’d just

short. He looked up, stunned—caught between

asking how the two men

barked. “Prep

crimson light above the double doors glowed steadily, a

Alex and Noah were rolled out and placed in neighboring recovery suites. Stan had

back against the wall.

through every nerve as he blinked against the overhead glare. His surroundings slowly came into

hopeful, then dimmed. His lids dropped partway, disillusionment settling

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The words were barely more than a breath. “Sadie… why aren’t

relief blooming in his chest. But when that fragile question broke the silence, his expression faltered. He looked away, the hint of a smile vanishing. “Ms. Hudson… she’s resting. She