A Wedding Night Gone Terribly Wrong novel Chapter 390

The flickering, outdated fluorescent lights in the underground parking garage cast a sickly, dim glow over the concrete.

The sharp sound of hurried footsteps echoed through the quiet space. A frantic shadow danced across the sleek side of Declan's Porsche.

"Declan." Holden pulled the cigarette from between his teeth and narrowed his eyes at him.

Declan snapped his head around, his face twisting into an expression of pure, unadulterated hatred. "You looking for another beating?"

Holden completely ignored the threat, focusing entirely on what mattered. "Any luck finding a cornea?"

"None of your damn business!"

Declan shoved past his assistant, Howie, and ducked into the car.

Holden gestured toward Howie. The blonde assistant looked left and right, his face pale with nervousness.

"Did you find a match yet?" Holden asked calmly.

Howie silently raised his hands and crossed them in an 'X'.

Holden dropped his cigarette, crushed it under his boot, and walked over to the open car door, locking eyes with Declan.

Before Declan could unleash another string of curses, Holden spoke.

"I am perfectly healthy, with 20/20 vision. I'll voluntarily donate my corneas. Unconditionally."

"What did you just say?" Declan's mouth twitched, the muscles in his jaw ticking in disbelief.

Holden enunciated every single word. "I am voluntarily donating my corneas."

*Is he out of his mind?* Declan stared at him like he was looking at a certified psychopath.

A living, breathing person voluntarily giving up their eyes? It was completely unheard of. This wasn't some destitute man selling parts of himself to survive. This was Holden Lockwood, the business prodigy of Seaport City, an arrogant golden boy. His vision was his life.

Holden offered a faint, self-deprecating smile. "I understand your reaction. You think I've lost my mind."

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