Chapter 969:
Caden spoke earnestly. “Her symptoms suggest something serious, perhaps more severe than a tumor or cancer. She needs a thorough medical evaluation.” Alicia’s heart clenched. She remembered that Corey had traveled to Terriland months earlier seeking an organ, likely returning empty-handed. Gemma’s blood type was rare, and suitable donors were scarce and unreachable for Corey.
“Gemma is such a kind soul,” Alicia murmured. Despite Corey’s dark past, marked by violence and crime, his actions were driven by desperation to save Gemma. Gemma was his one untainted refuge.
Caden understood Alicia’s distress but could only offer so much solace. “Let’s see what fate has in store.” Alicia squeezed his hand in silent agreement.
Back at the hotel, Gemma’s breathing became labored, and she fainted from lack of oxygen.noveldrama
Corey quickly set up an oxygen tank and frantically searched for medication, but the pills weren’t enough.
Gemma’s sudden health crisis had thrown Corey’s plans into disarray. A return to Xada was out of the question; she couldn’t survive the journey.
Gemma’s condition remained a secret from Caden, and the local treatment options in Warrington were not advisable. Corey’s only option was to secure medication from a reliable source.
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Reassuring Gemma, Corey said, “I’ll be back in half an hour, Gemma. Hang in there, and once I get the medicine, you’ll feel better.”
Gemma’s body seemed to spasm as she curled up, whispering, “I’m fine, Corey.”
Corey caressed her cheek, setting aside his hesitation, and stood up. He instructed Pierre, “Stay with Gemma at all times.”
Pierre nodded affirmatively. “Rest assured, Mr. Hampton.”
After Corey left, Gemma’s tense nerves finally relaxed, and she drifted into unconsciousness. She hadn’t been asleep long when a sudden sensation of suffocation jolted her awake.
Enveloped by fear, Gemma flailed helplessly, noticing a silhouette standing before her. The figure was tall and somewhat unfamiliar.
Gemma assumed it was Corey and silently called for him. But why was he just standing there, not coming to her aid? If it had been Corey, he would have rushed to her side in panic.
As her vision focused, Gemma realized it wasn’t Corey at all. It was Pierre, the bodyguard. He stood over her, his gaze cold and detached, like black holes.
A wave of fear washed over Gemma, urging her to escape. But her survival instinct made her reach out and grasp his pant leg tightly. She silently pleaded for help.
Gemma was exceptionally slender. Her frame was as delicate as a withered leaf—isolated and vulnerable. Her fingers, usually pale and weak, clung to the coarse fabric of Pierre’s pants with unexpected strength.
Unable to call for help, Gemma’s labored breaths cut through Pierre’s stoic exterior. His icy indifference melted slightly, revealing a trace of emotion on his face.
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