Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1179: He’s Leaving

Mort Thorne was stunned, not expecting that after searching for so long, through a sea of people and over rugged mountains, it would still end up being him.

His bone marrow could save Dianna, as if it were arranged by fate.

Mort lowered his gaze to the hospital bed where Dianna Hollis lay, his lips curving into a gentle and soft smile. He knew it, he knew he could save her.

All the entanglements eventually lead back to you.

"Arrange the surgery immediately," Mort said calmly. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

...

In the operating room.

Both Mort and Dianna were wheeled in, but Dianna didn’t open her eyes. She was still unconscious.

"Brother Mort, we’re administering anesthesia now," Serena Sterling said.

"Wait a moment," Mort said.

Serena stopped.

Mort slowly extended his rough hand to grasp Dianna’s small, soft, and cold hand, holding it tightly in his palm.

He transferred his warmth and strength to her so that in her dreams she wouldn’t be lonely or afraid.

If he were gone, she would be strong and brave. She would grow up slowly.

...

The surgery lasted until the afternoon. Two hours later, the anesthesia in Mort’s leg wore off, and he wanted to get out of bed.

Serena quickly stopped him, "Brother Mort, the surgery was very successful, but since your bone marrow was extracted for matching, you’ll need to stay in the hospital for observation the next few days to monitor for any adverse reactions. This matter is not trivial; it concerns your right leg."

Mort’s face was slightly pale, but expressionless, "Has Dianna woken up?"

"Not yet."

Dianna had not yet awakened.

Mort glanced at the watch on his wrist. It was time for him to leave.

Just then, a melodic ringtone sounded as a phone in his pocket rang.

Mort took out the phone and saw it was a call from above.

Not from Charles Bishop, but from above.

Mort’s handsome brows furrowed directly. He said to Serena, "I’m going to rest now. You go ahead and stay busy."

"Alright." Serena exited at ease.

Mort immediately pressed the button to accept the call.

An elder’s stern and authoritative voice came through the line, "Mort Thorne, Charles Bishop was captured by the Scorpion."

Charles Bishop was captured; this Scorpion came so viciously and quickly.

Mort’s slender fingers clenched the phone tightly, but the words he uttered were simple, "Where is he?"

"At the dock! Mort Thorne, you privately changed your departure date, endangering those around you. Do you not know this? The Mort Thorne I know should not be so reckless!" cane strikes on the ground sounded from the other end.

Mort stepped down from the hospital bed directly and walked out.

The little nurse chased after him, "Where are you going? You cannot leave the hospital now, you..."

Mort held the phone, a sharp and chilling glance sweeping over the little nurse.

The little nurse shuddered in fear, stopping her pursuit, daring not to continue chasing.

Mort walked through the corridor, the voice on the other end continuing, "Mort Thorne, you don’t need to worry about Charles Bishop’s situation. The Scorpion captured him to lure you out. Now, countless eyes are watching you. I will send someone to rescue Charles Bishop; your ticket has been changed, leave overnight!"

"I will bring him back."

"What? Mort Thorne, don’t be ridiculous... hey, Mort Thorne..."

Mort directly hung up the call.

He walked steadily through the corridor until he paused, arriving at the door to Dianna’s hospital room.

Looking through the small glass window, he saw Dianna lying on the hospital bed, still in slumber.

His gaze fell deeply on her small face, hot and longing, wanting to engrave her visage deeply into his soul.

He thought that throughout his life, he was the only softness in her heart.

Goodbye, Dianna.

Sorry, he had to leave her again.

Perhaps, he might never see her again.

The happiness he tightly held in his hands had to be released.

The diamond ring in his pocket was ultimately unable to adorn her finger.

Mort’s hands clenched into fists at his sides, his dark eyes turning from crimson to moist, bidding farewell to his beloved girl.

The fist suddenly relaxed, and Mort turned around to leave.

...

At the dock.

Charles Bishop was tied to a stone pillar, and the Scorpion picked up glowing red-hot pliers, his face twisted as he pressed them against Charles’ chest.

The smell of charred flesh spread, Charles bit back a groan, his eyes crimson, a man of blood and courage.

"Tell me, who is Blood Eagle? Who is this legend revered by both the military, government, and the underworld, who inspires fear with mere mention?" Scorpion pressed.

Charles sneered, "You’ll never... know. He is forever godlike!"

Scorpion’s face darkened.

Suddenly, a smoke bomb was thrown in, and smoke quickly spread, blurring vision.

"Boss, someone’s coming!"

Scorpion revealed an excited, twisted smile. Blood Eagle had finally arrived.

"Boom," the wooden door was kicked open, a tall and muscular figure appearing through the smoke.

The man wore a black T-shirt, camouflage pants, and black military boots, exuding a powerful aura like a wolf running across the prairie.

His face was indistinguishable, shrouded in a veil of mystery.

Scorpion tried to look again; then the man raised his gun, "Bang," the subordinate speaking earlier fell down.

Unparalleled marksmanship, fast and precise.

Damn.

Scorpion cursed under his breath, swiftly ducking to the side.

A series of seven or eight gunshots followed, taking down all his subordinates within moments.

Scorpion’s heart sank; he did not expect all his men to be knocked down in less than a minute.

Good, indeed it was Blood Eagle.

Heavy footsteps sounded in his ears, Blood Eagle approached, boots creaking on wooden boards, carrying a murderous aura.

Scorpion fired a shot at the man.

Aiming for a second shot, the man had already reached him, a rough hand grabbing Scorpion’s collar, pressing the red-hot pliers "sizzle" against Scorpion’s right eye.

Ah.

Scorpion let out a scream, rolling on the ground in pain, his eye, his eye!

The man tossed him aside like trash, then approached Charles Bishop, untying his bonds.

Charles, eyes crimson, stared at the man, "You shouldn’t have come!"

Just then, "bang bang bang" gunfire sounded, another batch of Scorpion’s men arrived.

"Let’s go," Mort said softly.

...

At another dock, a ship was already waiting. Mort supported Charles Bishop as they prepared to board.

Then Mort’s tall frame suddenly weakened, "Boom," he knelt directly on the ground.

Charles Bishop was startled, "Mort, what’s wrong with you?"

Only then did he see Mort’s trembling right leg, blood gushing from it; earlier, Scorpion’s shot had hit Mort’s right leg.