Chapter 151

When Charles rushed into the hospital, he was barely holding it together. He stormed into the emergency room. Doctors and nurses crowded around the operating table, while Olivia's tiny frame was surrounded by machines. Her face was as pale as paper, not a trace of color left. "Olivia!" His voice came out hoarse, shaking badly. He could barely stay on his feet. A doctor hurried over. "Mr. Hart, she's lost a lot of blood. We need to transfuse her immediately, but her blood type's rare. The blood bank doesn't have a match right now." Charles didn't hesitate. He pushed up his sleeve. "Take mine." They already knew his blood type—and that it didn't match. The doctor declined with a shake of the head. "You're not a match, sir. We checked against the database." Charles' face went white. How in the world was he supposed to find a matching donor this quickly? The man who'd once been unstoppable—revered, even—suddenly felt utterly helpless. Just then, Stella came rushing in from the far end of