The black Benz sped through the rainy night, weaving through traffic as it raced toward the hospital.Police sirens wailed behind. Cops gave chase, but Damien had no time to stop. His guards, following close behind, intercepted the police to hold them back while he kept driving.At the trauma center, Dr. Frankie was waiting. The moment Damien’s car screeched to a halt, he leapt out, carrying Aurora in his arms. Nurses rushed forward with a stretcher, placing her gently on the bed. Damien followed, barefoot, shirtless, his wet pants clinging to him, hair dripping with rain.“Save my wife. No matter what,” he ordered, his voice firm as they wheeled Aurora into the emergency ward.People nearby couldn’t help but gasp. The sight of him—muscular, soaked, his sharp features shadowed by worry—made him look like a water god, a being descended from the storm.“Oh my goodness…” whispers echoed, though they meant nothing to Damien.The head nurse hurried to the scene, curious about the commotion
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