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Immune To The Billionaire's Toxic Regret

Immune To The Billionaire's Toxic Regret

Author: Flying Free
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Chapter 1

Word Count: 1084    |    Released on: 09/05/2026

ergency room slid open with a violent mechanical hiss. A brut

sure was gone. His large hands tightly gripped his seven-year-old son, Buddy, against his chest. The boy's f

a clipboard. She pointed toward the waiting area, tel

to his coat pocket, pulled out a solid black titanium credit card, and slammed it flat onto the linoleum coun

allowed hard, picked up her radio, and immediately called for the attending physician. She stepp

nkling paper sheet. His small, hot fingers blindly found the cuff of Elmore's overcoat and gr

uneven. The sterile smell of iodine and bleach made his stomach churn. He reached up with his free han

clicking of flat-soled shoes approached. The sound was accompanied by

ove gripped the edge of the wh

pair of dark-colored scrubs. A blue surgical mask covered the lower half of her face.

lifted

ided with hers in the

ike a physical blow, so hard he felt the impact in his teeth. The blood

n the clipboard, stopped moving. Her gaze dropped

rtbeat, the recognition in her eyes froze over into solid, impenetrable

ng her gaze directly to the sick child on the bed. Her voice emerged flat

swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing painfull

ed quiet to assess the patient. She reached up and pulled the stethoscop

scope was cold. As it neared Buddy'

etal disc flat against the warm palm of her own hand, holding it there for t

ache ripped through his chest, sharp and jagged. It was the exact

she leaned sideways, the hem of her white lab coat shifted, and

right ankle, exposed by the shifted fabric,

of her lying in a pool of her own blood on an operating table crashed in

ngers trembling violently as he tried to touch the scarred

to the knuckle of her index finger. She took a swift ha

structed the family member to maintain a safe distan

ed hand froze in the empty air between them. Slowly, his fingers cu

n IV drip on the chart, and handed it to the nurse who had just stepped in

in. She pushed past the curtai

de. The strength left his legs. He gripped the metal raili

ifying mixture of manic relief that she was alive and shee

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