Finding Love in the Boss’s Embrace After Divorce

Chapter 972 It Was Too Late for Regrets

Half an hour later, the car stopped outside the apartment building. Bert immediately lifted Alivia out of the car in his arms. Her clothes had already been removed, and her wounds had been lightly disinfected and bandaged. An oversized coat was draped over her petite body, and her face had turned incredibly pale.

The elevator opened directly to the apartment, and the bodyguard opened the door. Inside the room, the doctor was already waiting.

Bert laid Alivia flat on the prepared makeshift operating table. Without wasting any time, anesthesia was administered and pushed into her body. She was bleeding heavily, but fortunately, the most crucial artery had not been injured.

"The situation is critical now, Mr. Harper. We need to move to another place," one of the bodyguards suggested.

Such incidents were commonplace for Bert in earlier years. Back then, people were trying to take his life every day, and the first thing to do in any unexpected situation was relocate.

But now, Bert's eyes fell on Alivia, and he had no intention of leaving.

what he meant and couldn't help but be anxious. "

went straight out of the room and sat on the sofa in the living room. Gazing at the thick darkness outside the

of removing the bullet was lengthy because the bullet had pierced through most of Alivia's tissues, nearly reaching the bone. When it was extracted, the doctor

their expectations. The incident had happened suddenly, and they had used up all the

at Bert with a gloomy face. "Mr. Harper, the patient has lost a significant amount of blood, and her blood levels are critically low. However, we

"What blood type?"

Type A." Bert stood up and extinguished his cigarette in the ashtray on the table. As he walked, he rolled up his sleeves. "I have

the air, feeling hesitant. After all, Bert was not someone he dared to

eyes

scared

He didn't even furrow his brows as the dark red blood flowing through