Chapter 464

We were rescued. One of the people helping us was the same driver who had taken me to visit Steve in the holding room. I knew he worked for Hayden.

The car was so wrecked they had to cut through the metal to get Jace and the driver out. They even found both my phone and Jace’s in the debris.

“Huh, this one’s still connected,” one of the rescuers said, handing me a phone. But it wasn’t mine—it was Jace’s. I’d used it earlier to call Hayden. Had he really stayed on the line the whole time?

I took the phone, stunned. As I glanced down, the call ended right in front of me. It had lasted 67 minutes and 12 seconds. Hayden had never hung up. Had he overheard everything Jace and I talked about? Then again, I wasn’t sure what exactly we’d said. Nothing too important, right?

Before I could think about it, they rushed us into an ambulance and took us to the hospital. We all went through a series of checks. I only had minor scrapes, but Jace and the driver were in serious condition. Jace was in hypovolemic shock from blood loss, and the driver had a head injury and was in a coma. Out of the three of us, I was the least injured. And I knew it was because Jace had used his body to protect me during the crash.

“Are there any family members or relatives of Mr. Johnston here?” A doctor called out as they approached. We were in a foreign country, and none of the Johnstons were here. I had no choice but to speak up. “I’m his family. How is he?”

The doctor’s face was grim. “He’s lost a lot of blood, and the situation is critical. What makes it worse is that he has a rare blood type—RhD negative, Rhnull. Our hospital doesn’t have any of that in stock. Without a transfusion, his condition could become life-threatening at any moment.” His tone was serious. “We need to prepare you for that possibility.”

My eyes widened in shock. Jace’s life was hanging by a thread—and what startled me even more was learning just how rare his blood type was.

“Are you a relative? What’s your blood type? Does anyone else in your family share his blood type?” the doctor asked.

I swallowed hard, my parents’ warning echoing in my head. ‘Kiki, promise us you’ll never let yourself get hurt. Never bleed if you can help it. And most importantly, don’t ever tell anyone your blood type.’

Chapter 464

I have the same blood type—RhD negative, Rhnull. It’s the rarest blood type in the world—less than fifty people have it. My parents had drilled it into me for years—if I ever lost blood, there might not be any available to save me. I’d always taken their warning seriously.

“Doctor, there must be a mistake. Jace told me he’s AB,” I said, trying to wrap my head around it.

The doctor frowned. “We’ve run his blood tests. There’s no mistake.”

Of course, they wouldn’t be wrong. Which meant Jace had lied to me. Maybe his parents had given him the same warning mine had.

My throat tightened as I tried to process it. Could it really be true? That Jace and I—two people who felt like we were always at odds—shared such a rare blood type? Less than fifty people in the world, and we were both part of that group?

“He’s in critical condition. If you know anyone with this blood type, we can take donations as long as they’re not direct relatives,” the doctor added.

I blinked. “I am.”

“I understand, you’re a family member—” the doctor began, missing my point.

“I am that blood type. And I’m not related to him,” I said, locking eyes with him.

The doctor froze. “You’re also RhD negative, Rhnull? Are you sure?”

“Positive. You can test me,” I replied, extending my arm. My clothes had been taken off earlier to stop Jace’s bleeding, leaving me in just a sleeveless T-shirt, my arms exposed.

The doctor hesitated, clearly caught off guard, but nodded. “Come with me.”

Blood was drawn, tests were run, and all we could do was wait for the results.