Chapter 72 Disgusted

Chapter 72 Disgusted
Chapter 72: Disgusted

Theodore

An hour had already passed since they took Dianna away from me, but it felt much longer than that. I had spent the entire time pacing outside the emergency room, walking back and forth across the same stretch of hallway until even the nurses had started glancing at me with concern.

I could not sit down.

Every time I tried, the image of her bleeding in my arms came back immediately. Her trembling body. Her weak voice calling my name. The way her fingers slowly lost strength while I held onto her hand.

My chest tightened again at the memory.

I dragged a hand through my hair and exhaled sharply, trying to calm myself, but it was useless. My thoughts refused to settle. They kept returning to the same terrifying possibility over and over again.

What if I had found her only to lose her again?

That thought alone was enough to make me feel sick.

The hospital hallway was painfully cold and quiet. The bright overhead lights reflected against the polished floor, making everything look too clean, too sterile, too detached from reality. Nurses occasionally passed by while pushing carts or carrying folders, but none of it truly registered in my head.

All I could think about was Dianna.

The way she looked before losing consciousness kept replaying in my mind no matter how hard I tried to stop it. Her face had gone pale while she clung desperately onto my arm, trembling in pain as blood slowly stained her clothes.

I could still hear her voice.

I clenched my jaw and shut my eyes briefly.

Damn it.

For months, I searched everywhere just to find her again. I ruined people. Destroyed lives. Tore down my own father piece by piece just to make sure no one could keep us apart anymore.

And yet the moment I finally had her in front of me again, I still failed to protect her.

A bitter laugh nearly escaped me.

What was the point of all that power if I could not even keep the woman I loved safe?

I stopped pacing for a moment and leaned against the wall, lowering my head as I rubbed a hand over my face. Exhaustion had started settling into my body, but my mind refused to rest.

Because every time I closed my eyes, another thought surfaced.

What if she never wakes up?

My chest tightened so painfully that I pushed myself away from the wall immediately, forcing the thought out of my head before it could settle deeper.

No.

I refused to think like that.

Suddenly, the emergency room doors opened, pulling me out of my thoughts so fast that I nearly stumbled forward. A doctor stepped out while removing his gloves, and before he could even fully approach, I was already standing in front of him.

“How is she?” I asked immediately.

The doctor looked tired, but calm enough that I forced myself not to panic at his expression.

“The baby is safe,” he said first.

For a moment, I could only stare at him.

“Our child?” I asked quietly, just to make sure I heard him correctly.

The doctor nodded. “Yes, the baby is stable.”

I closed my eyes briefly and lowered my head, finally allowing myself to breathe properly again.

Thank God.

But the relief only lasted a few seconds before I noticed the doctor still had not moved away. His expression remained serious, and that immediately put me on edge again.

“…Dianna?” I asked carefully.

The doctor’s face turned more solemn.

“She lost a significant amount of blood,” he explained. “Her body also went into shock due to the emotional and physical stress she experienced.”

My jaw tightened instantly.

“She is stable now,” he continued before I could interrupt him. “However, she is still unconscious. Right now, her body is trying to recover.”

I stared at him carefully, trying to process every word.

“What does that mean?” I asked.

“It means we need to wait for her to wake up on her own,” he answered carefully.

“What? Will we know when she'd wake up?" I asked immediately.

The doctor sighed softly. “We cannot say for certain yet. It could take several hours. Possibly longer.”

Frustration rose in my chest so quickly that I had to force myself not to lose control right there in front of him.

“You’re telling me you don’t know?” I asked.

“We know she survived the critical stage,” the doctor replied calmly. “That is the important part right now. Both the mother and the baby are alive.”

Relief barely had the chance to settle before he suddenly paused.

It was subtle, but I caught it immediately.

My eyes narrowed. “But what?”

The doctor hesitated for a second before continuing.

“Your wife’s blood type is extremely rare,” he explained carefully. “The hospital’s blood bank does not currently have enough supply available.”

I stared at him, trying to process what he was saying.

“What are you trying to say?” I asked slowly.

“It means that if her condition worsens again or if she needs another transfusion, we may run into difficulties,” he answered honestly. “Right now, we have managed to stabilize her with what was available, but we need to prepare for any possibility.”

My chest tightened once more.

“So what are you asking from me?” I said.

The doctor adjusted his glasses slightly before replying.

“If possible, we would like you to contact her closest blood relatives. Her mother or father would be the best match.”

The moment those words left his mouth, the air around me seemed to grow colder.

Her mother.

Immediately, I thought about the woman who abandoned her without hesitation. The same woman who became the reason Dianna carried guilt her entire life.

Even after all these years, Dianna still blamed herself for sins she never committed.

My jaw slowly clenched.

The doctor must have noticed the change in my expression because he quickly added, “The sooner we secure possible donors, the safer it will be for her moving forward.”

I looked away for a moment and exhaled, trying to steady the anger building in my chest.

Dianna would hate this.

Even unconscious, I knew she would hate owing anything to the woman who never wanted her.

But this was not about pride anymore.

This was about keeping her alive.

“…I’ll handle it,” I finally said.

The doctor nodded. “Please do it as soon as possible.”

I gave a short nod in return before he excused himself and walked away.

The moment he disappeared down the hallway, I stood there motionless for several seconds, staring blankly ahead while my thoughts spiraled.

Then slowly, I pulled my phone out of my pocket.

The screen lit up in my hand, but my thumb hovered there without moving.

I had spent months destroying my father’s life without hesitation. I worked with dangerous people. I crossed lines I once thought I never would.

Yet somehow, the thought of facing her mother disgusted me more than any of it.

Because I already knew what kind of person she was.