Chapter 544
Chapter 544:
“If we don’t operate immediately, the nerve death will become permanent. You will be in that chair for the rest of your life p>
Dallas didn’t even blink. “Then do the surgery p>
“I need you to understand the full reality, Ghost,” Rhys warned, his voice dropping. “The procedure is extremely invasive. Given this new data, the success rate is forty percent. Maybe. If I slip by one millimeter, you could lose bowel function — or suffer a massive embolism on the table p>
Eliza’s face drained of all color. She gripped the edge of the examination table to keep herself upright.
𝘚𝘩𝗮r𝘦 yo𝗎𝘳 𝘧a𝘷𝗼𝗋i𝗍𝗲s 𝗳𝗿𝗈𝗺
“Do it,” Dallas repeated. He turned his head and looked at her terrified face. “To be able to stand up and hold you again — I will bet my life on those odds p>
Rhys let out a heavy sigh and shoved his hands into his pockets. “You are a lunatic. Fine. I will prep the surgical theater for three days from now p>
He packed his equipment and left the room.
The moment the door closed, Eliza threw her arms around Dallas’s neck and buried her face in his shoulder, her body trembling.
“Forty percent,” Eliza whispered, crying softly. “Dallas, it’s too low p>
Dallas wrapped his massive arms around her waist, pulling her flush against his chest.
“As long as you are standing outside that operating room,” Dallas whispered, pressing a kiss into her hair, “my odds are one hundred percent p>
The heavy oak door swung open again.
Lincoln Stone marched into the room, holding a tactical tablet, his voice tight with adrenaline.
“Boss. Simon’s team just pinged Azalea’s location p>
Dallas released Eliza instantly. “Where is she p>
“The Royal family’s private estate in New Hampshire,” Lincoln reported. “A massive compound in the mountains. Heavily guarded. A literal fortress p>
Dallas grabbed the tablet, his eyes rapidly scanning the topographical map.
“Three days until the surgery,” Dallas muttered to himself. He looked up, his eyes burning with a dangerous, reckless fire. “I am going to New Hampshire tonight. I need to see her p>
“Absolutely not!” Eliza and Lincoln shouted at the exact same moment.
“Your legs cannot handle a tactical extraction in freezing mountain terrain!” Eliza said, stepping directly in front of his wheelchair. “You will die before you even reach the gates p>
The argument in the safe house living room was deafening.
“I am not sitting here while my daughter is locked in a cage!” Dallas roared, slamming his fist against the armrest of his wheelchair.
“You are not going!” Eliza yelled back, her chest heaving. She planted her hands firmly on his shoulders, physically holding him down. “If you destroy your nerves tonight, Dr. Rhys won’t be able to operate. You will be useless to Azalea p>
Dallas glared at her, his chest rising and falling in rapid, furious bursts. He hated feeling helpless.
Before he could argue further, Simon walked in holding a secure laptop.
“Boss,” Simon said carefully. “Incoming encrypted video call. It’s the Matriarch p>
Dallas went still. He drew a slow, deep breath and forced his anger down. He gave Simon a short nod.