The CEO’s Hidden Bride: Leaving After 2555 Days - Chapter 6: Chapter 6

The group hurried into the hospital, where Lucas stood outside the operating room, his clothes stained with blood. Beads of sweat clung to his forehead, his eyes wide with fear and desperation.
Evelyn had never seen him so unhinged before. His friends swarmed around him, demanding answers.
Lucas tugged at his hair, his voice thick with guilt. "This is on me. I shouldn't have said those things. I shouldn’t have let Isabella storm off like that. She was driving recklessly just to spite me—that’s why she crashed."
Evelyn’s lashes flickered.
If his words had only been meant to provoke, then what was the truth? Had he really been waiting for her to come back, hoping to fix things?
Maybe. But Evelyn refused to dwell on it.
Just then, a nurse stepped out, her expression grave. "The patient is hemorrhaging, and our blood bank is critically low. We need an immediate Type O donor. Is anyone here a match?"
Lucas’s friends exchanged uneasy glances. All of them were Type AB.
Only Lucas had Type O. Without hesitation, he stripped off his jacket, changed into sterile scrubs, and followed the nurse inside.
Time crawled.
Thirty minutes later, the nurse reappeared, supporting a ghostly pale Lucas. His legs wobbled as he stumbled forward, collapsing straight into Evelyn’s arms.
The nurse didn’t leave. "The patient’s stabilizing, but we still need another 400 ml of Type O. Do any of you know someone else who can donate?"
They had already called everyone they could think of—no luck. Silence fell over them.
Lucas forced himself upright, swaying slightly. "Just 400 more? I’ll do it."
The nurse gaped at him. "You’ve already given 600 ml. You can’t possibly—"
His friends’ expressions darkened, and they rushed to stop him.
"Lucas, don’t. I’ll have my team check the office. Someone there must be a match."
But Lucas shook his head, his voice steel. "Isabella doesn’t have time to wait."
He rolled up his sleeve, revealing the fresh puncture mark from the earlier donation.
Evelyn couldn’t stay silent. "The doctors are handling it. We can request blood from neighboring hospitals. You don’t have to do this."
Lucas didn’t respond. He turned and walked back into the operating room without another word.
His friends exhaled sharply, torn between frustration and helplessness.
"Anything involving Isabella makes him lose his damn mind! Remember when he got into that brawl defending her? Shattered his leg and spent three months in recovery—only to hunt down the guy the second he was discharged!"
"Or that time in college when he jumped out of a plane at 16,000 feet just to win her that stupid necklace? His parachute malfunctioned, and he nearly died. And now he’s risking his life for her again."
"I thought he still had feelings for her, so I tried to help them reconcile. But this? This is a train wreck."
They were so engrossed they forgot Evelyn was listening.
Hearing these stories for the first time, everything suddenly made sense. She had been a fool that day at the wedding, thinking she stood a chance.
Evelyn had believed that even if she came into Lucas’s life late, she could still earn his love.
But that was delusion.
Lucas had never loved her—not then, not now. She had gambled on the wrong man from the start. And now, standing in the wreckage, she had no choice but to accept it.
No one knew how much time passed before the operating room light finally dimmed. The doctor emerged, pushing two gurneys.
Everyone tensed and surged forward.
The doctor wiped his brow, glancing at the unconscious Lucas before sighing. "They’re a couple, huh? You don’t see men that devoted anymore."
Evelyn lingered at the back of the crowd, staring at the harsh hospital lights. A bitter laugh escaped her.