The CEO’s Billion Dollar Bride
Chapter 145 - 126. God-like Transformation

Chapter 145: 126. God-like Transformation

Michael Gordon finished speaking with nerves tightly wound, didn’t even wait for Cathy’s response and hung up the phone directly, and then threw the phone away irritably, shouting at the driver in front: "At this snail’s pace, you can get off!"

The driver broke out in cold sweat. They were already driving at top speed in the city, any faster and the road would only belong to Mr. Gordon alone!

"Mr. Gordon, this is the fastest we can go in the city due to heavy traffic!"

Seeing the driver’s hands tighten on the steering wheel after being scolded by Michael Gordon, Anna couldn’t help but remind him of the car accident.

Michael then realized that the speed of the car had almost reached 200 mph, and he didn’t say anything more.

Looking at the cars whizzing by outside the window, Michael was feeling helpless leaning in the back seat. He couldn’t recall if he had ever felt so helpless before. The last time Bianca had an accident, he still had other options to save her life. But this time, he had not even seen Ivy, let alone figuring out what to do – he didn’t even know her current situation!

Anna had contacted the hospital, but they only said Ivy was in critical surgery and no one knew anything about her condition other than that they hadn’t received a death announcement.

Now, the only thing he could do was to pray silently in his heart, beg God to show pity on this poor, naive woman and grant a chance to make up for the past six years.

He never thought that Michael Gordon would be so sincere in begging God like this!

If possible, he would willingly trade ten years of his life for her safety this time!

At the moment, this was what Michael was thinking and praying to God for.

When Michael hurried to the hospital, the surgery was still in progress. The words "In Surgery" above the two operating room doors stood out to him.>

In addition to these words, seeing Fabian Nala, the man who made him feel threatened, leaning against the door of the operating room in a black trench coat made his heart sink even further. Fabian’s face was pale, his eyes sunken, and his fists clenched tightly, hammering at the wall by the operating room door.

Faint traces of fresh blood could be seen on his fist, showing that he had punched out of agitation.

Seeing his love rival in such a state outside her operating room, Michael couldn’t help but feel suffocated, casting a sharp glance at Anna.

With a wordless reprimand!

His woman had an accident while on a business trip for his company, and he wasn’t the first to know or be by her side!

A sense of guilt swelled from within, and his usually strong heart felt as if it were being shredded by countless hands, the pain tearing through him with a bloody taste...

For a moment, the pain in his heart made him wish he could rip out his own heart.

"How is the patient inside?"

When Michael finally caught a doctor in a white coat coming out of the operating room, he almost lunged forward, just short of knocking over the doctor.

"Sir, don’t worry, although the patient is severely injured, the surgery was successful, and she’s no longer in life-threatening danger!"

The lead doctor noticed Michael’s anxiety and reassured him, "Once her wounds are sutured, she can be transferred to the ward!"

Michael let out a long breath, but before he could enter the operating room, he noticed that Fabian still hadn’t budged or relaxed despite the good news.

Suddenly, Michael realized that the doctor had not come out of the operating room where Fabian was standing, but from the other one. The next moment...

Michael rushed towards the direction the doctor was heading and grabbed the doctor’s white coat, his shaking voice filled with boundless fear: "Who did you just say the surgery was successful on?!"

The doctor’s heart trembled under Michael’s sharp, icy gaze, stuttering: "Alya... Alya Larson!"

Alya Larson?

Then, the other room with Ivy in it is where Fabian was standing?

"What about the other one?" Michael’s hand tightened on the doctor’s white coat, almost enough to strangle the doctor’s neck, "What about Ivy Aretha?"

"Her... her condition is more critical, our dean is personally performing the... " Before the word "surgery" could be uttered, the doctor was pushed away by Michael.

"Thud!"

The doctor fell to the ground after being pushed by Michael, "Sir, please don’t make trouble, we’ll do our best!"

Michael ignored the man on the ground and turned back to the door of the operating room.

Do their best?

He hated the phrase "do their best" the most in his life. He wanted certainty, guarantees, and absolute assurance!

As he walked, he took out his phone and shouted, "Adam, when will the doctors I requested be at City First Hospital? I need a definite time!"

"The doctors from our hospital will arrive within 20 minutes, and Mr. Thompson’s doctors will be here in an hour and a half on a chartered plane!"

Adam had been Michael’s most reliable companion for years. If he said this, then it should indeed be feasible, and as long as the doctor who could revive the dead by Sir Oliver Thompson’s side arrives, Ivy shouldn’t have any issues!

"Michael Gordon, do you treat her this way?!"

As soon as the angry roar sounded, Fabian Nala aimed a punch at Michael Gordon’s chest, "You can’t even guarantee her safety, how do you dare compete with me for her?!"

Michael didn’t dodge and took the punch directly. Fabian had put a lot of force into it, having stood outside the emergency room for over half an hour, with images of Ivy-bloodied and weak-occupying his mind. The gory scene had consumed every shred of his rationality.

If it weren’t for Ivy’s need for surgical care, he might have exploded much earlier. So, this punch practically unleashed all the pent-up emotions of fear, frustration, helplessness, and more!

Michael staggered back several steps from the force of the punch, then stumbled and fell to the ground...

"Mr. Gordon!" Anna quickly supported Michael, "Are you alright?"

Just how powerful must that punch have been to knock a man like Michael Gordon to the ground?