Divorcing My Husband Over His Stepsister's Secret novel Chapter 355

Chapter 355

Her hands trembled as she cradled me, pressing desperately against my chest wound. My blood quickly coated her fingers, turning them a bright, terrible red.

“Ethan, don’t move,” she begged, tears streaming down her face. “Please, don’t move.”

I could taste blood in my mouth as I struggled to reach into my pocket. My fingers closed around the small box I’d been carrying for weeks.

“This… for you…” I gasped, each word requiring enormous effort. “All my… savings… not much. L… won’t need it… anymore…”

Emily shook her head violently, tears falling onto my face. “You’re going to be fine. You have to be fine.” Her voice broke on the last word as she refused to take the box.

Anna’s POV:

I watched as paramedics rushed in and loaded Ethan onto a stretcher. Emily climbed into the ambulance with him, her face ghost–white, her hands still stained with his blood as she clung to his

hand.

Blake and I followed in his car, his brow furrowed in concentration.

“I took care of those things as quickly as I could and rushed over,” he said, regret evident in his voice. “I was still too late.”

I reached out and gently squeezed his arm, understanding that he’d done everything possible. “Thank you for coming.”

Blake glanced at me, his expression softening momentarily. “As long as you’re safe, that’s what

matters most.”

At the hospital, we gathered in the hallway outside the operating room.

Emily stood rigid before the doors, her hands clasped in prayer. When she saw Blake, she approached him with uncharacteristic humility,

“Thank you,” she said quietly, her voice barely audible.

Blake’s face remained impassive. “Don’t thank me. I only did it for Anna.”

Emily hesitated before turning to me. “Anna, could I speak with Blake alone for a moment?”

I nodded with a small smile. “Of course!”

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Chapter 355

Though curious about what they might discuss, I assumed it involved confidential details about the operation. I stepped away, giving them space.

Blake reached out, lightly touching my arm before I could walk away. “Don’t go too far. Don’t let me

lose sight of you.”

I smiled reassuringly. “I won’t.”

I headed toward the elevators, planning to arrange an additional hospital room for Emily.

Emily’s POV:

As Anna walked away, I turned to face Blake. He leaned against the wall, hands in his pockets, regarding me with cool indifference.

“What is it?” he asked flatly. “What do you want to tell me?”

I took a deep breath and met his gaze directly. “Blake, I believe now that you truly love Anna.”

His actions during the crisis–the way he’d shielded her, protected her–had confirmed it. There was genuine love beneath his cold exterior.

Blake let out a derisive laugh. “Whether I love Anna or not has absolutely nothing to do with what you believe.”

I noticed how he gave everyone the cold shoulder except Anna. The realization made me smile slightly despite everything.

My expression turned serious again. “I need to ask you something first. Was Claire arrested?”

Blake nodded. “She was in a wheelchair–couldn’t run even if she wanted to. The police took her into custody in the backstage control room.”

I felt a wave of relief wash over me. “That’s good.”

I steeled myself for what I needed to say next. “Blake, how much do you know about what happened before and after Anna went abroad?”

His reaction was immediate and intense. His body tensed, his eyes flickered with uncertainty, and I could see the word “abroad” had triggered something deep within him.

“What do you want to say?” he demanded, his voice rising.

I stepped closer, my gaze unwavering. “Anna actually wanted to stay. It was your choice that pushed her away. Your choice that forced her to leave!”