Chapter 3 The New Woman

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!"

The ladies were going through a rollercoaster of emotions, and they teared up.

A doctor came in with a few bags of blood. "We have more blood now, Mr. Carter."

"New blood?" Roxanne was stunned. "I thought the bank's out of Zeke's blood type!"

"I just got news myself. Someone with the same blood type showed up," said the doctor.

The ladies' eyes shone. They quickly asked, "Can you find out who the donor is?"

They did have Evan, but what if he died someday? That would hurt Zeke. Another person with the same blood type was a layer of insurance they desperately needed.

"We can't. They specifically said it's anonymous and wanted us to keep it a secret." The doctor shook his head.

The heiresses frowned. They exchanged a look, and Hazel said, "Please, help us out. You must find that donor. We'll give you something great in return!"

"I…" The doctor sighed. "Fine, I'll see what I can do."

Zeke was also surprised about the news. If his blood bank had a new replacement, he could finally kill Evan. That guy's only purpose was to give him blood. That was why he wanted to keep him close.

They of course had no idea that the donor was Evan himself. He was in another ward as they spoke.

…

Sylvie was on a call, and her face was a mask of frigidity. "I know what I'm putting on the line here, Uncle. You do not have to tell me twice. I will survive this year, I swear."

She hung up in a huff, her chest heaving. She tried to calm herself down, but it was proving hard to do.

One of the bodyguards whispered, "Are you sure Silverton has anyone or anything that can help you survive the year, Ms. Stanton?"

Sylvie said, "No, but Grandpa said it’s my only hope, and it only appears when there's one year left on the clock." A frown furrowed her brows.

"But the Iron Dragon ran into a horrifying car crash right after we stepped into this city, and his life is on the line. Even you ran into someone, Ms. Stanton. This isn't a good sign."

The frown deepened. Sylvie sighed. "Guess we'll have to take it one step at a time. And Grandpa's accident was no coincidence. Someone's behind it. Now we have to figure out how to heal him."

The doctor came out. "Are you the victim’s family? His report's out."

The bodyguard said, "We're not…"

Sylvie took the report. "Give it to me." She scanned the report, and the results stunned her. "What? He only suffered minor scrapes on his head? Is this a joke?"

She thought she was seeing things, but when she focused her mind, the result was still the same.

She called her bodyguards. "Hey, you two! Come here! I need you to check the guy!"

The bodyguards were twins and were veteran martial artists. They knew injuries better than most people.

All the more reason they were shocked by Evan’s lack of injuries.

"No way this is true! He was hit by a car moving at high speeds, and he got away with scrapes on his head! Not even Hardbody Technique users can do that!"

The crash left a vivid mark on everyone's mind. The car was moving at 180 mph, and the guy was flung a hundred feet into the distance. Blood came out of him like he was a fountain, and now he only got away with scrapes. This was impossible.

Suddenly, they gasped. "He's waking up!"