The Heiress He Underestimated novel Chapter 209

Chapter 209 My Husband Does Not Die

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Eli’s hands, slick and red, worked with a frantic, precise grace that defied the screaming in her laittoon light glinted off the stainless steel clamp in her grip. Lin’s large hands werere avery steady maintaining pressure on the wound, his face mask of focused calm. Xan hovrrect diab Drakonius’s holdtingim as still as possible, his own face pale and grim.

“Bulleks ststillin there,” Elera muttered, more herself than anyone. Her voice was titighth the voice Mystallin field hospital, not Elera Nethys–Vex in her ruined home. “No exit wound Probably n liver, maybybelthe transverse colon. Bleeding’s bad.” She swabbed at the area, her eyesomising noth need youuoo pull the edges back when I say. Just a little. Xan, if he moves, you hold hind down Do buck

Drakoniuss eyes were half–closed, his breathing shallow and rapid. “Elera…” he whispered a cuzin

“I’m here,” she said not looking up from her work. “And you are not allowed to die in my ialahirka cliché, and it iwwoltlduuin the flooring. This is imported Italian tile.”

A weak, choked doound escaped him that might have been a laugh or a sob.

Xan, watching her work felt a strange, detached awe. He’d seen her play the socialite, the timid hei cunning strategist. Buthis—this calm, brutal competence in the face of catastrophe–was somethi entirely new. She was just saving her husband; she was defying the universe’s plan with a scalpel

sheer will.

“Scalpel,” she said, holding out a bloody hand

Xan fumbled in the open casehhis fingers finding the correct instrument. He handed it to her, hand Their eyes met for a second there was no past between them in that look, no jealousy or resentme two people trying to keep a thirdd alive.

Outside, the sirens were getting foodder, but they still felt a world away.

Elera made a small, clean incision, clanging the wound slightly to see better. “Retract,” she ordered obeyed, his hands steady. She peere dhol the wound, her headlamp–produced from the kit with! efficiency of a magician—cutting throughhhhe darkness. “I see it. It’s fragmented. Lying near the he flexure. Okay. Okay. Forceps.

She worked, her movements small and ddibberate. The only sounds were Drakonius’s ragged breath soft clink of instruments, and Elera’s occasioiomuttered commentary. “Come on… come on… got There’s another. Lin, suction, please.”

Lin operated the portable suction unit, clearing the field of blood. Xan felt Drakonius tense under t hands, a low groan escaping his lips. “He’s fonathXXan said, his voice strained.

“He’s lucky he can feel anything.” Elera shot babbuhher words were laced with terror. “Means his okay. Now hush.”

It was then, in the intense, silent focus of the surgery thiththeyall heard it.

A slow, deliberate clapping.

It came from the doorway.

Elera’s head snapped up. Lin froze. Xan’s gripn Drakonius’s slaboidcters tightened.

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