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The impact triggered the car’s airbags, knocking Grace into her seat. She lost control of the car as she
was pinned between the airbag and her seat.
The car’s front end caved into itself, and the car was thrown into the middle of the road before
.coming to a stop.
However, the dump truck backed up a little before crashing into the car again. Then, it sped away. This
was cold–blooded murder.
The reporters who had been following them didn’t dare approach the car for fear that there would be a
gas leak and that the resulting explosion would hurt them.
Only a handful still had enough sense to call an ambulance with trembling hands. As the dust settled, a
black Bentley arrived.
The man who got out was handsome but frowning. He ran toward the ruined car. His slender
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The reporters quickly began snapping photos and trying to get a better look. “Why does that man look
so familiar?”
“That’s Xander Fulton!”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“It’s Xander Fulton of Fulton Group!”
Grace could feel warm blood pooling around the back of her neck, and she could smell gas…
“Gracie!”
Someone was calling for her. But who?
The world fell silent, except for that anxious call. Grace could feel her eyelids getting heavier. In the
light, Xander’s face came into clearer view.
He had rushed toward the wreck like a savior from heaven, opening the car door and carrying
Grace out.
Grace leaned into his chest and listened to his strong heartbeat. It seemed to soothe her pain.
“Save… Caleb…” she said with the last of her strength.
“Don’t worry, he’s okay.” Xander was careful not to touch her wounds. His voice soothed her until she
couldn’t keep her eyes open anymore. Soon, she fell into a deep sleep.
When Xander got the Lewis siblings to a hospital, Caleb only had a fractured hand.
But Grace…
Xander looked up at the lit–up sign above the operation theater worriedly. When the surgeon walked
out of the operation theater, he looked nervous.
“She’s losing too much blood and will need an immediate transfusion. However, we don’t have enough
blood.”
Xander was about to say something when Benjamin turned the corner and replied in a calm, .self–
assured voice, “Take mine. My blood type is O.”
When the accident had happened, he had still been drinking. Fortunately, Larry had heard about what
had happened and told him about it.
The doctor was sweating heavily. Every second he wasted meant a lower chance of survival for his
patient.
“The patient’s blood typé is an incredibly rare Type RhD negative. Normal blood types aren’t going to
work.”
Benjamin froze. “So what now?”
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“Don’t you people know about your own family’s rare blood type?”
The doctor was even more panicked than Benjamin was. “Besides, I can smell the alcohol on you!
Even if she did have a normal blood type, your blood would be unacceptable!”
For once, Benjamin was silent. How was he supposed to know something as trivial about Grace as her
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“You don’t even know she had a rare blood type?” Xander snapped angrily. “What kind of husband
have you been?”
So it was true … Benjamin Hawkins had been mistreating Grace. Good thing she divorced him.
However, Benjamin was already irritated by the doctor’s scolding. When an outsider butted in, he
turned away impatiently to look at the man beside him with clear hostility.
He knew this man. He was Xander Fulton, president of Fulton Group.
“And how exactly does that concern you?” Benjamin askedmockingly. “You seem to be even more
worried than I am about my ex–wife.”
“You’re divorced!”
“Everything that is her business is mine!” Benjamin shot back.
Xander was furious, but he controlled himself. Saving Grace was more important. So he took out his
phone and made a call.
“Contact the blood donors immediately and get them to the hospital as soon as possible.”
After another pause, he said, “Wait, contact everyone on the group’s list too. I’m not sure if there’ll be
enough blood.”
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