The Heiress He Underestimated novel Chapter 215

Chapter 215 Mine To Save

“The risk of staying is one hundred percent!” Elera cried, the sound echoing in the sterile room. “Don’t you see? You’re keeping him alive just long enough for his own immune system to melt his organs! The cure at the Annex is his only chance!”

A new voice, calm and weary, spoke froin the doorway. “Then we take the cure to him”

Frost stood there, still in his tactical gear, a duffel bag slung over his shoulder. He looked like an angel of war who had stumbled into the wrong building. Clara peeked out from behind him, her eyes wide.

“Frost,” Elera breathed, a spark of hope igniting.

“I called Simon,” Frost said, walking in. The medical staff parted for him instinctively. “He’s at the Annex with the second batch. He says it’s ready. But he also says moving Mr. Vex in this condition is…” He searched for a word. “…suboptimal.”

“It’s suicidal,” Dr. Evans supplied.

“So is staying,” Elera repeated, her gaze fixed on Frost. “We have to bring the cure here.”

Frost shook his head. “Simon was adamant. The compound is extremely delicate. It requires specific, constant refrigeration and must be administered using calibrated equipment that’s built into the Annex’s clean room. It’s not a syringe you can put in a lunchbox. Moving the cure is as risky as moving the patient Maybe more.”

Elera felt the walls closing in. A trap with no exit. Thirty minutes between the cure and the patient, and neither could travel.

Then a weak, rasping sound came from the bed.

Drakonius’s eyes were open. Just slits, but they were focused on her. The ventilator tube obscured his mouth, but he lifted a trembling, bruised hand. He pointed a finger at her, then slowly, deliberately, tapped his own chest.

You. Me.

He mouthed a word around the tube. Here.

Elera understood. Her blood ran cold. “No. Drakonius, no. This isn’t a sterile environment. You’re too weak. The risk of infection, of rejection, of me making a mistake—”

He tapped his chest again, more insistently. His eyes held hers, and in their glassy, fevered depths, she saw no fear. Only absolute and unshakable trust.

He formed the words slowly, painstakingly. I. Trust. You.

A sob hitched in Elera’s throat. The world narrowed to this man, this impossible choice. The sterile, perfect conditions of the Annex offered a 70% chance of success, according to her models. Here, in a county hospital trauma bay, with him battered and septic? She calculated in a blink. Maybe 30%. Maybe less.

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Chapter 215 Mine To Save

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