My heart was lodged in my throat. I had a feeling that when Oliver shielded Lauren from the knife attack, stepping in front of her in a split second, he had actually taken the blow meant for me. I sensed it the moment Lauren pushed me away, her swift gesture revealing that the assailant was targeting me.

I realized that if she had reacted a second later, I would have been injured.

The car arrived at the hospital, and the ambulance stopped at the entrance. The doctors who had been waiting swiftly transferred Oliver on a mobile bed to head to the emergency room.

Oliver was rushed into the emergency room, and Lauren sat on the floor, staring at her blood-stained hands and muttering, "Why is there so much blood? He'll be fine, won't he?"

I hurried over and grabbed her. "Don't worry, Lauren. He'll be okay."

She looked at me in disbelief, gripping my hand tightly. "He's lost so much blood, Chlo. What do we do? I can’t let anything happen to him!”

At that moment, more doctors hurried ov