Claiming My Possessive CEO Husband - Chapter 628

Chapter 628: Chapter 628: Escaping Mortal Danger

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Xaviera Evans felt as if her body was floating on the ocean, drifting up and down with the waves, causing her to feel bouts of dizziness and as if her entire body had been crushed.

Albert Sullivan glanced at the hospital bed and saw her fingers move. “Xaviera!”

Everyone immediately gathered around the bed; Elijah Flack gently patted her hand, “Lie still and don’t move.”

Xaviera felt her throat burning and managed to speak with difficulty, “Where’s Caleb Mamet?”

Everyone remained silent, and the ward was quiet.

Xaviera became flustered and raised her voice, “I asked you, where is Caleb Mamet?”

Hearing her hoarse voice, Albert Sullivan reluctantly spoke, “Caleb is out of immediate danger now. After all, his car was bulletproof, and it wasn’t severely damaged in the crash. However, a steel bar pierced his scapula, so he’ll need to undergo surgery.”

Xaviera listened, feeling her head buzzing as she recalled the moment before the accident. She remembered Caleb protecting her with his body and seeing his cheek cut open by glass and blood gushing from his shoulder, soaking his white coat.

It must’ve been so painful for him!

Xaviera’s nose tingled, and she couldn’t help but sob.

“It’s a good thing that Caleb sent his location to Sean Price at the last moment. Sean rushed to the scene with a rescue team, saving your lives. You both were lucky to survive the impact of the truck,” Albert Sullivan added.

Xaviera bit her lip, silent tears falling.

Elijah Flack glared at Albert Sullivan, “Xaviera just woke up and is weak; can’t you say something nice to comfort her instead of making her sad?”

Albert Sullivan’s face remained indifferent, “She must accept this reality. She only suffered minor injuries, and Caleb is alive too; she’s not as fragile as you think.”

Xavier Hamer looked at Xaviera’s pale face, his heart aching. In his memory, Xaviera was mischievous and shrewd, but now she lay weak in bed, her eyes empty.

Xaviera sniffed, her head still bowed, “How long was I unconscious?”

“Three days.”

“I want to see Caleb.”

Just as Elijah Flack was about to refuse, Albert Sullivan preemptively spoke up, “Your body is very weak right now; eat something first, then have a check-up. If there are no issues, I’ll take you to see him.”

Among the siblings, Albert had the highest medical skills, and they all believed him when he said Caleb was no longer in danger.

Xaviera nodded, obediently drank a bowl of soup, and underwent a full-body check-up. After Albert confirmed she was fine, he carried her to a wheelchair and pushed her to another ward.

At this point, Caleb was wrapped in bandages, connected to various machines, an oxygen mask on his face, looking pale and lifeless.

Xaviera had never seen such a fragile Caleb before; he had always been powerful and dominant, seemingly never bowing to anyone. Yet, this accident nearly took his life.

Albert said softly, “When he was brought to the hospital, he was covered in blood. I treated his wounds immediately. He was both lucky and unlucky – his scapula was pierced, but his bones and internal organs were uninjured. However, his wound will require at least six months to recover fully.”

“He hasn’t woken up for three days; why?”

“Xaviera, I think you know the reason,” Albert replied somewhat helplessly.

Xaviera raised her eyes abruptly, her fingertip piercing her palm as her voice trembled, “Could it be… he was poisoned?”

Albert nodded, “Caleb’s modified luxury car worth tens of millions dollars had strong impact resistance, so his injuries, while severe, were not fatal, and no internal organs were ruptured. Moreover, he’s physically strong and should have been awake by now. He isn’t waking up because the poison has spread.”

Her grandfather had researched the poison for years without finding a cure. The only way to save Caleb now was with the blood of the successor of the Miracle Doctor Saint Hand.

Originally, Albert was supposed to inherit the Saint Hand, but for some unknown reason, he couldn’t inherit it. By a twist of destiny, Xaviera inherited the Saint Hand’s bloodline.

Her grandfather was gone, and now only she could save Caleb. To detoxificate him, she must use her blood.