Page 77 of Billionaire’s Heartbreak

“Getting us another car.”

He stared at me as though he couldn't understand why I was still functioning. Then I saw his face properly. He was pale. Too pale. Blood was dripping down his arm.

“Shit.” I grabbed his arm carefully. “Come on.”

We stumbled onto the pavement. I raised my hand and hailed the first taxi I saw. It stopped, and I pushed Kai inside before climbing in after him.

“Now what?” he asked, his voice weak.

“Shut up.” I pressed my hand against his back. “Just stay alive.”

I turned toward the window before he could see my face. I couldn't let him see how terrified I was.

I'd stood in front of patients and families and delivered the worst news of their lives while keeping my voice steady. I'd learned how to keep my face calm even when I wanted to cry with them.

So I did the same thing now.

Breathe. Think. Assess. Don't panic.

We reached Dannie's apartment without anyone following us, at least no one I could see. We hurried inside, and I locked the elevator first, then the reinforced fire door. Dannie had designed the building like a fortress, and for once, I was grateful for every ridiculous security feature I'd never understood before.

“Don't lie down.” I grabbed Kai before he could sink to the floor and dragged him toward the sofa. “I need to see your back.”

“Sit,” I demanded before disappearing into the adjoining room and returning with Dannie’s medical trolley. It was less a medical kit and more a miniature emergency department on wheels. I’d thought it was excessive when I first saw it.

Now, I was grateful for every ridiculous piece of it.

“Why here?” Kai whispered.

“Because it’s safe.”

“They’ll come.” His words came slowly, each one separated by a breath. “They will come.”

“Let them try.” I pulled the trolley closer. I’d already activated the building’s lockdown system. The elevator was disabled, the reinforced fire door was locked, and a secondary security grille had dropped into place behind it. Even if someone forced their way through the first barrier, they’d still have another one to deal with. It would take them hours, maybe longer, and if they resorted to explosives, they’d attract half of Hong Kong’s attention. They wouldn’t do that. Not here.

“How?” Kai asked.

“This building is basically a bunker.” I looked at him. “A very expensive bunker.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes.”

He let out a breath. “Fine.”

I moved behind him. “Take off your jacket.”

He did, and I helped him pull off the heavy garment. The moment I saw his back, I stopped breathing. Blood. So much of it. His white shirt had turned almost entirely red, and my stomach twisted.

“How bad?”

I forced myself to look at the wound instead of the man attached to it. “You’ll live.” It was easier to lie when he couldn’t see my eyes.

The wound was long. Far too long. The cut ran across his back, deep enough that I knew this wasn’t something I could simply clean and cover. He needed proper medical care. Blood. A hospital. We couldn’t give him any of those things, so I did the only thing I could.

I worked.

I cleaned the wound, checked for deeper damage, stopped the bleeding as best I could, and then began stitching. There was no local anaesthetic. Of course there wasn’t. After everything this man had survived, somehow he’d stocked an emergency room without remembering that people might actually want pain relief.