Chapter 1367
“Where does it hurt? Are you in a lot of pain? Why are you shaking like a leaf?" The nurse, seeing Thssa''s trembling hands,
couldn''t help but feel concerned.
Through tears, Thssa choked out, "It''s his blood, not mine..."
In that heart-stopping moment when the wall came crashing down, it was Lysander who dashed forward and tackled her to the
ground, shielding her with his own body. He became her human cushion, taking the brunt of the falling debris on his back while
she miraculously walked away unscathed.
Otherwise, it would have been her in the emergency room or, worse, lying in the morgue by now.
Lysander had saved her life.
When the nurse heard that the blood on Thssa''s hands was "his," she paused, knowing without the full picture that something
terrible had happened.
As she swiftly cleaned Thssa''s hands with iodine, she said, "Your husband must really love you. These days, a man who
would risk his life for the woman he loves is a rare find indeed."
Love?
The word dropped like a warm droplet into Thssa''s heart, rippling through her soul, spreading a bittersweet ache so intense it
took her breath away.
Was it love that drove Lysander to save her without a second thought?
Indeed, who in this day and age would risk their life for someone else?
What else but love could drive such a sacrifice?
Even strangers could see what she had only juste to realize.
“All done. You need to make a call now; we can''t waste any more time. The patient won''tst much longer." The nurse efficiently
finished cleaning Thssa''s hands and thrust a cell phone into her grip.
Without a moment''s hesitation, Thssa dialed Isabe''s number, her memory sharp with several phone numbers at her recall.
The phone was picked up after a single ring. "Thssa, how''s Lysander?"
Although Isabe had answered an unknown number, she knew instantly it was Thssa calling.
Thssa''s voice, trembling but trying to stay calm, said, "Isabe, he''s in bad shape. He''s lost a lot of blood and needs a
transfusion urgently. His blood type is AB-positive. I’m begging you, please go around the vige and find anyone with the same
blood type. Bring them to the hospital. I''ll reward them handsomely for their blood donation. If it''s money they want, they can
name their price. Anything, as long as theye to donate for Lysander."
Her voice broke into sobs as she spoke.Copyright N?v/el/Dra/ma.Org.
"Okay, I''ll get on it right away. Don''t worry, | won''t let Lysander die." Isabe hung up and rushed to find vigers with AB-positive
blood.
Lysander was the head of the Sinir family and the CEO of the Sinir Group. He was known for his ruthless efficiency but
also his dashing looks and wealth. A man of his caliber was a rare specimen indeed.
Aonce-in-a-century catch!
It would be a tragedy to lose him.
Although Isabe''s heart belonged to Leopold, she still harbored some admiration for Lysander.
Leopold''s death had left her in sorrow for a long time. If Lysander were to die, it would be the end of the world''s supply of
handsome men.
That would be such a waste.
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The moment the call connected,
Thssa couldn''t hold back HN
tears. "David, Lyseridé?.| he''s in
GENGACAAition in the ER. His life''s
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