Chapter 1368


    “What? I''ll be right there!" David, a man who had weathered many storms, felt his head buzz with shock upon hearing Thssa’s


    words.


    Lysander was injured, and not just a scratch — he was in the emergency room fighting for his life!


    The severity of being in the ER meant it had to be grave.


    Wasn''t Mr. Sinir abroad on business? How on earth did he end up at Thssa''s doorstep and severely injured?


    David didn''t have the chance to voice these questions, but he felt he already knew the answer—Lysander must have been so


    desperate to see Thssa that he flew back from overseas and went straight to her ce.


    After hanging up the phone, Thssa, her voice choked with sobs, handed the cell phone back to the nurse. "Thank you..."


    "No problem. Maybe you should change clothes when you get a chance; you''re covered in blood. The hospital can provide a


    gown," the nurse suggested gently.


    Thssa shook her head. Changing clothes was thest thing on her mind. She just wanted to hunker down by the ER doors


    and wait for any news of Lysander.


    Seeing her resolve, the nurse didn''t press further. She was about to leave when Thssa suddenly grabbed her hand, her voice


    laced with anxiety and panic. "Nurse, my aunt was brought here too. How is she doing?"


    Thssa had been preupied with Lysander, whose wounds were distressingly severe. She feared he might slip away at any


    moment and hadn''t had the time to inquire about Astrid.


    The thought of Astrid tightened the knot in her stomach again. Astrid''s ambnce had arrived at the hospital first, and Thssa


    still had no clue about her whereabouts.


    “What''s your aunt''s name?" the nurse asked, her voice filled with concern.


    Normally, nurses only manage their own emergency rooms and don''t answer questions about other areas to avoid giving out


    incorrect information and facing the family''s wrath.


    However, seeing Thssa''s distress and knowing she wasn''t the type to cause trouble, the nurse decided to help without a


    second thought.


    “Astrid Pendleton," Thssa replied, her tear-swollen eyes filled with a mixture of nervousness and hope, her lips pale and


    trembling.


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    “Astrid, you say? There''s a man with her. She wasn''t as badly hurt, and she''s been moved to a ward after treatment," the nurse


    informed her.


    Relief washed over Thssa as she learned Astrid was safe and in a ward. Her heart, which had been lodged in her throat,


    finally settled.


    Akind-hearted local had called the ambnce for Astrid and apanied her to the hospital.


    Knowing that this good Samaritan


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    urgent voice called from behind. The


    ER doors swung open, and a doctor


    appeared, his expression taut with


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    Hearing the doctor’s words, Thssa’s briefly eased heart clenched tight once again. She paced helplessly, her mind racing with


    worry.


    She had called Isabe, but there was no sign of her yet. A dy in a blood transfusion was serious, and it could mean life or


    death.


    The doctor was racing against time, not a second to lose.


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