Chapter: 46 "Brandon... could something really have happened to her? We should go—now." Her voice trembled, full of concern. "This doesn't sound small. It looks serious. Thank God she was brought to Crobert Hospital. And Alexia's there—her best friend. She'll be in good hands, but... Brandon, we should hurry. Millie called you so many times—it must've been important."She looked like she might cry. But when she turned her face away, there was a gleam in her eyes that didn't match her tone. A car accident was serious, yes. But now Millie had landed at a hospital where her best friend works and was run by her best friend's father. And those missed calls could all look like something carefully planned. Could she really be calling him nonstop if she was really seriously injured?Vivian wouldn't say it out loud, but her words suggested enough. Millie and Alexia, teaming up again.Still, Vivian kept her mask on.Tears rolled down her cheeks. "Brandon, know you're with me now. But if something happened to her, and we didn't even go... I'd carry that guilt forever."She turned away suddenly and coughed into her hand. When she looked up again, there was blood at the corner of her mouth.Seeing Brandon's eyes flicked toward her. Vivian quickly slipped the tiny blood capsule into her purse. "I'm fine," she said, her voice shaking. "Don't worry about me. Just... get us to the hospital."Brandon didn't say a word.He restarted the car, and the Aston Martin turned, heading for Crobert Hospital.Inside Crobert Hospital, Alexia moved restlessly, pacing the floor with worry etched across her face.Millie had Rh-negative blood, and back when she spoke about ending the pregnancy, Alexia had started to arrange for blood supply for the procedure in advance, just to be safe. It hadn't been long since that moment, and the blood reserves still hadn't been restocked.What if something went wrong and Millie needed a transfusion right away?Alexia and Millie's friendship began before either of them could walk. Side by side, they were rarely seen apart, even as children.A legacy of medicine surrounded Alexia from birth, her home brimming with tales of healing and textbooks that lined every shelf. Yet, much of her knowledge was secondhand—gleaned from stories, not true emergencies.Everything changed the day she and Millie slipped away for a secret adventure.An itch for excitement led Alexia to swipe her brother's motorcycle and convince Millie to join her for a wild ride.Wind whipped past as the two raced down back roads, Millie's striking looks only adding to Alexia's feeling of reckless freedom.Speed kept building, until a sudden swerve sent them crashing to the ground.Alexia counted herself lucky, escaping with just a few scrapes. Millie, however, was hurled across the gravel, her leg slamming into a rock and splitting open in a deep, ugly wound.Blood spilled faster than Alexia had ever seen, and panic seized her as she fumbled to dial for help.Every minute felt endless; the remote location meant the ambulance took far too long.