Chapter 487

The hospital director trembled under Dominic's furious glare, beads of cold sweat forming on his forehead. "Y-yes, Mr. Blackwood. I'll do everything possible to save your wife!"

Dominic's icy stare intensified. "Don't give me possibilities. I demand guarantees."

The director's teeth chattered uncontrollably. "O-of course, Mr. Blackwood..."

As Dominic released his grip, the director scrambled into the emergency room like a frightened rabbit.

The operating lights flickered back to life.

Dominic's powerful frame slumped against the closed doors, his pristine white shirt now stained with Evelyn's blood. The metallic scent filled his nostrils, making his stomach churn.

Each breath came harder than the last, as if invisible hands tightened around his throat.

For twenty-nine years, Dominic had lived in emotional isolation. Work became his only companion in a world devoid of warmth.

Then Evelyn happened.

She brought color to his monochrome existence - her gentle intellect, her radiant smile that could melt glaciers, her quiet strength that anchored him.

Now fate threatened to rip her away.

Dominic's fists clenched until his knuckles turned white. The mighty Dominic Blackwood stood vulnerable outside an operating room, praying to gods he never believed in.

The director emerged again, face ashen. "Mr. Blackwood, we must perform an immediate amputation and terminate the pregnancy. Any delay could be fatal-"

"Wait." Dominic's voice cracked. "My team is arriving."

Though every instinct screamed to consent, he hesitated. Saving Evelyn's life meant condemning her to waking up without their child... without her legs.

Just as Dominic opened his mouth to agree, a familiar arrogant voice cut through the tension. "Amputation? Or is this just your surgical incompetence?"

The director bristled at the insult from the impeccably dressed Julian Whitmore.

Little Alexander and Isabella rushed forward, clinging to Julian's legs. "Uncle Julian!"

Dominic practically dragged Julian toward the OR. "Save her. Both of them. I'm begging you."

Julian's eyebrows shot up at the unprecedented plea. "Relax. You'll have your wife back in perfect condition."

After quick sterilization, Julian disappeared behind the swinging doors.

"Daddy?" Isabella sniffled. "Remember when Uncle Julian saved my bunny? He'll save Mommy too, right?"

Dominic stroked her hair. "Yes, sweetheart. He will."

He had to believe that. Julian wasn't just a doctor - he was the miracle worker who'd revived a bullet-riddled general declared unsalvageable.

Hours crawled by.

The exhausted children refused to leave until Sebastian forcibly escorted them home.

Finally, the OR doors swung open. Julian emerged first, surgical mask dangling around his neck, followed by a team of smiling medical staff...