Damn it. Dorian was really pushing the limits.

“I’ll have the medicine delivered right now,” Caden said, rolling up his sleeves.

“Gareth’s blood type is A. Use mine if needed.”

Gareth’s fate now depended on the timely arrival of crucial medication. All Caden could do was keep him alive as long as possible.

During the blood transfusion process, Caden asked, “How much blood does Gareth need?”

The doctor responded wearily, “A significant amount. I’ll assess based on your health. Do any of your bodyguards have type A blood?”

Caden replied, “This situation arose so abruptly. I brought only a few bodyguards, and they’re all out securing the medication.”

Additionally, substance abuse was prevalent in this region. Without thorough health screenings, he couldn’t risk using their blood.

Caden offered to donate his own.

“Start with me.” He had been consistently working out, ensuring his physical condition was optimal. For him, a little blood loss was manageable.

Nevertheless, even with his strong body, Caden’s complexion grew noticeably paler once the needle was removed. He bandaged his arm and turned his attention to Gareth, who was barely breathing.

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A troubling thought persisted in his mind. His team and the police were investigating the shooter, yet no trace had been found. Could the assailant have simply disappeared?

After severing Gareth’s artery, the attacker had extracted the bullet before fleeing. That bullet should have been key evidence, and the assailant likely removed it fearing it could be traced back to him.

Before Caden could delve deeper into his thoughts, the medical equipment began to sound urgent alarms.

Despite the blood transfusion, without the medication, Gareth’s blood was leaking out again, causing his vital signs to drop rapidly. Caden hurried out to ask about the medication’s status.

The bodyguard was just reporting over the phone that it was nearly there when suddenly a loud bang cut off the conversation. The phone line went dead.

Caden gripped his phone tightly. It felt as though a vice was squeezing the nerves at the back of his head, rendering him tense and short of breath. He pressed his lips tightly together and walked out.

Dorian’s presence at the hospital wasn’t just to taunt Caden. He was there primarily to check on Yolanda. While he was discussing Yolanda’s condition with the doctor, the door burst open abruptly.

Caden stormed in, pushing Dorian against the desk. Dorian’s chin was gripped tightly, causing his face to turn red, yet he was effectively immobilized. Still, his eyes betrayed no fear. He looked calmly at the furious Caden.

“It seems I might hear some good news,” Dorian said, his tone tinged with amusement.