Page 38 of Billionaire’s Heartbreak

“He needs treatment,” I snapped. “He needs rest. He needs to stop running around handling triad business like nothing’s wrong. He shouldn’t be handing his assets to me. He shouldn’t be pushing me away. He shouldn’t be acting like he’s already dead.”

The last words came out quieter than I wanted. Lincoln pulled me into a hug. I stiffened, then let him.

“I never liked him,” he muttered.

“Fuck, Lincoln.”

“That was before,” he said quickly. “But now I get it.”

I stared at him. “Get what?”

“Why you chose him,” he said simply.

Something twisted in my chest. Before I could ask what he meant, there was a knock and everyone turned.

“Come in,” Lincoln said.

The door opened, and Kai stepped in with Liam behind him. The room suddenly felt too crowded. The doctor in me wanted half of them out. Ever since Covid, I hated seeing so many people packed into a hospital room. I straightened automatically, sitting up the way patients did when the doctor came in.

“How’s Dannie?”

“He’s stable,” Liam said.

My fingers tightened around the bedsheet. “What was wrong with him?”

Liam gave me a look. “Nothing you didn’t already know.”

My stomach sank. “Is he getting worse?”

He hesitated. “Yes… and no.”

“Liam, stop talking in riddles.”

“He went hypo, June. How did you not catch that?”

The words hit hard. I replayed the collapse in my mind—his breathing, the chaos, the crowd. Hypoglycemia. Of course. The signs had been there, and I missed them.

“Good thing the medical team caught it,” Liam added. “You were too close to him to see it.”

“Liam’s right,” Lincoln added. “That’s why we did what we did.”

“Drug me?”

“Yes.”

I had failed. Not just as a partner, but as a doctor. I couldn’t separate the two. I hadn’t trusted anyone else to care for him. I questioned everything, double-checked everything, until I was no longer thinking like a doctor.

“I’m putting Dannie on the transplant list,” Liam said.

My head lifted. “You are?”

“Yes.” He exhaled slowly. “But Dannie is a foreigner. Assuming money isn’t an issue⁠—”

“It’s not,” Kai cut in.

“Then it comes down to availability and timing.”

Timing. That was the problem. Time was the one thing Dannie didn’t have. I would give him my liver without hesitation if I could, but we weren’t compatible. Wrong blood type. Wrong match. Wrong everything.