HIS REGRET (Ex-Husband wants Me Back) novel Chapter 963

"Then test mine."

Everyone turned to Cale. There wasn't the slightest hesitation on his face.

The doctor nodded again. "Please come with me."

Hope returned, however faintly. But a little while later, that hope crumbled once again. The doctor came out wearing the same expression.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Miller."

Cale stared at the doctor without blinking.

"Your blood type isn't compatible either."

No one spoke.

Chris struck the wall beside him lightly before lowering his head. Daven rubbed his face roughly, frustrated that there was nothing he could do except wait. His blood type was different from Naomi's, and there was nothing he could do. He had already tried contacting several of his acquaintances at major hospitals in Mighatan, but everything took time.

The clock at the end of the corridor kept ticking. Every second felt as though it were stealing Naomi's chance to survive. In the midst of the silence, a voice spoke so softly.

"What if... you test my blood, Doctor?"

Everyone turned at once.

Viola stood several meters away from them. The middle-aged woman's body still looked weak. Her face was pale, and her steps had not yet fully steadied after spending several days in captivity. Even so, her eyes were filled with unwavering determination.

Chris immediately shook his head. "Mrs. Viola, you haven't recovered yet either."

Viola gave a faint smile. "Maybe that's true. But that girl..." Her voice began to tremble as her eyes shifted toward the ICU doors. "That girl never let me feel alone while we were being held captive."

No one interrupted.

"She always made sure I was safe first. She kept telling me we were going to get out alive." Tears slowly welled up in Viola's eyes. "Even though she was the one who was hurt the most."

The woman's voice broke. "She still found the strength to encourage me."

Viola drew a deep breath, trying to hold back her tears. "If my blood can help her survive today..." Her eyes turned to the doctor, filled with the sincerest plea. "Please give me the chance to repay even a small part of her kindness."

No one answered immediately.

Chris simply stared at the middle-aged woman, his jaw tightening. His chest felt constricted. He still remembered how Naomi had risked her life to protect all the hostages in that warehouse. Even after she herself had been injured, the girl had still made sure everyone else reached safety first.

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