Chapter 393: A Perilous Strategy
Ella turned her head to gaze at the vibrant city lights outside the window. If Lucas died, would she regret her stubbornness?
But there is no remedy for regret in this world. She had been given a second chance at life and had worked hard to change her fate. If the thing she feared most came to pass at this point, it could only be called destiny.
Countless thoughts rose and fell in Ella’s mind. By the time she arrived at the hospital, her legs still felt weak.
Eric carried her to the front of the emergency room. Luke stood leaning against the hospital wall, his hands stuffed into his pockets.
When he saw Ella rushing over, his eyes flickered slightly.
Eric set Ella down and shot Luke a cold glance. "How is Mr. Anderson’s condition?"
"Well...he heard you were leaving and got anxious, so he decided to drive himself to the airport. But he got into an accident on the way. The other driver fled the scene, and by the time I found him, he’d already lost a lot of blood..."
Ella’s face darkened. Lucas’s blood type was rare, just like hers—panda blood. If he had lost so much blood, he would definitely need a transfusion.
"Luckily, Father regularly stored blood at the hospital, so we don’t have to worry about a shortage. But his blood type...well, you understand. He can only rely on what he’s saved," Luke said grimly.
Ella understood. People with rare blood types often had to store their blood at the hospital during healthy periods, just in case of emergencies where they might need a transfusion.
She sat on a chair, her head lowered, lost in thought.