Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 161

Emmy snapped her head up, her mind racing with just one thought—she had to save her mom.

“Dean!” She hurried over to him, desperation in her voice. “You’re O-negative too. Please, you have to help my mom!”

Dean took in her pale, fragile face and didn’t hesitate. “Don’t worry. Does she need a transfusion?”

Emmy nodded hard, tears spilling over again. They were still short on donors. Who else could she even ask at this point?

Suddenly, someone squeezed her hand. James stepped up beside her, his brow tight with worry. “Will and the others are almost here. Hang in there, Emmy.”

Dean’s eyes flicked to their joined hands, and he let out a cold, mocking smirk. “Easy for you to say. It’s not your mom in there.”

He turned to the doctor, voice urgent. “Where do I go to donate?”

The doctor waved him over quickly. “Right this way.”

Just as Dean was about to follow, Evelina grabbed his arm, holding on tight.

“Dean, I heard giving blood can be really hard on your body. You’ve been working late every night, still fighting with Nelson Corporation. I’m worried you’re already pushing yourself too far.”

Dean frowned. “Teresa needs help. I’ll be fine. It’s just a little blood.”

“But it really does take a toll,” Evelina pressed, refusing to let go. Her eyes were wet with tears. “You’re so busy lately. I just… I’m scared you’ll get sick…”

That split-second of hesitation was all it took.

James was already in the donation room, rolling up his sleeve and offering his arm.

Dean yanked his own arm free and followed, pushing his sleeve up and thrusting his arm toward the doctor. “Mine too!”

The doctor jumped, startled. “Hold on, one at a time! We have a little blood in reserve, but we need to cross-match everyone before we can use it. The more, the better, but give us a minute to check.”

In other words, the faster and more people they had, the sooner they’d find a usable match.

A nurse quickly slid a needle into James’s arm, and his blood started flowing into the tube, dark red and steady.

As soon as James was done, Dean sat down without a word, letting the nurse hook him up.

Just as the needle went in, a loud commotion came from the hallway.

“James!”

“James, we’re here!”

Then Dean’s voice came, cold and distant. “When Teresa was brought in, didn’t the doctor say the chances were slim? That’s exactly what they said half a year ago when it was my mother on that table.”

He paused, letting out a harsh, bitter laugh.

“And before I got here, I already made sure there was no A or O blood left in this hospital. She’ll end up just like my mom—bleeding out on the operating table.”

“As for why I’m donating at all? I just want Emmy to see I’m not like her or her mother. Even if it’s my mom’s killer, I can be the bigger person and help.”

Emmy felt ice in her veins, her whole body rigid with shock.

All the hospital’s blood—Dean had made sure it was gone.

He hadn’t come to save anyone. He wanted revenge. He was using the hospital itself as his weapon.

But her mom hadn’t even killed his mother. How could he—how dare he—

Rage and grief crashed over her. She was about to storm into the room—

“James!”

A sudden shout rang out from outside the donation room.