Chapter 130 Daughters Are Useless Anyway

• The wheels of Xavier's luxury SUV screeched as he threw the car into a reckless turn, barreling down the tree-lined driveway to Dr. Martin's secluded home. Gravel spewed out behind him, the engine's roar shattering the morning's calm. He skidded to a halt, and before the dust could even settle, he saw Dr. Martin, a silhouette against the porch light, his face etched with urgency.
• "Bring her inside," Dr. Martin barked, gesturing sharply towards the door. "It's too late for the hospital. She's lost too much blood."
• Xavier's heart hammered as he carried Cathleen, her breaths shallow and ragged, her body limp in his arms. Inside, the smell of antiseptics hit him like a physical blow. He followed Dr. Martin to a room that seemed far too sterile and cold for anything warm or living.