A pair of men in black followed the woman closely, holding umbrellas over her head.

Sylvie Stanton looked at the knocked-out Evan, worried sick. “Oh no, what have I done? Do you think he’s still alive?”

She was five-foot-seven and radiated an air of regality. Even a frown looked like something straight out of a perfect drama.

One of the bodyguards said hurriedly, “We don’t have time to deal with this, Ms. Stanton. Old Mr. Stanton’s getting worse. He’s dying!”

Sylvie said nothing, but the panic on her face was oozing. Her lips were pale. “But he…” She was still worried about him. After all, she did crash into Evan.

“Nothing we can do about it. No one could’ve expected this. No one could’ve reacted in time with how heavy the rain is.”

“Yeah, Ms. Stanton. Old Mr. Stanton is more important. We’ll just give this guy some money. It’ll be fine!”

Both bodyguards chimed in agreement. To them, this was nothing money couldn’t fix, and the person who was hit was of no real consequence.

The rain was crashing down on Evan’s face. He was thrown away like some unwanted doll. Sylvie could not abandon him. She picked Evan up and ran into the car.

“Ms. Stanton, what are you…” The bodyguards were in disbelief. This was the princess of the Stantons, one of Dragania’s Big Four. She was the pride and joy of Stanton the Iron Dragon, guardian of South Dominion, and now she was holding a man she did not know.

“Take him to the best hospital there is!” barked Sylvie coldly.

“Yes, Ms. Stanton!”

The car drove away, heading toward Silverton Mercy Hospital.

…

The heiresses had no idea Evan got hit by a car. They were still shocked by Evan’s outburst. His message of cutting ties with them still rang in their ears.

His use as a blood bank aside, the heiresses should be happy that he wanted to cut ties with them, but for some reason, they were not. They were empty.

Finally, Roxanne couldn’t hold it in. “I should check on him.”

“No,” replied Hazel coolly. “It’s just an act. He can’t live without us. Besides, I gave him a month of grace period. He’ll get over it.”

She thought Evan could not live without them. He would have no home to go to, and the guy he crossed three years ago would hunt him down.

They spent 150 million and bought their way to Evan’s peace, after which that person stopped coming after Evan.

However, things would change once he left the Solbergs.

Anya looked at Hazel and asked, “What if he does go on with the divorce in the end, Hazel?”

Hazel looked away, but she did not answer right away.

Then, Zeke’s voice echoed. “Are you going to see Evan?”

He sat up straight but hung his head low. “Go. I only have six months left to live anyway. That won’t change no matter how much blood he gives me.”

That shocked the heiresses, who quickly huddled around Zeke. Agitated, Hazel said, “You won’t die, Zeke! I won’t let that happen! I’ll save you no matter what it takes!”

“Right, Evan is giving you his blood!” Anya commented. “As long as he’s around, you won’t die!”

Roxanne agreed, “We’re going nowhere! We’re staying with you! Your job is to survive, Zeke!”