Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace

I rushed forward uncontrollably and grabbed the doctor’s collar. "Say it again! Are you telling me that the blood bank on the cruise ship isn’t enough to save her from blood loss? That’s impossible! You’re talking nonsense!"

Meanwhile, Zion stood there, feeling numb and helpless. He was unsure of what to do. However, he knew that brain death equated to death itself.

"I’m sorry for your loss," the doctor whispered sympathetically.

I grabbed the doctor’s collar. "Sorry?"

"What was the cause of brain death?" Dexter interrupted the doctor and asked calmly.

"Excessive blood loss..." The doctor was so stunned by Dexter’s presence that he replied without confidence.

Dexter forcefully pushed the doctor aside to enter the operating room.

"You can’t enter. It’s sterile inside..."

Before the doctor could finish speaking, Joel hastily covered his mouth from behind.

Dexter stood in the dressing area, wearing protective clothing. He disinfected himself in the designated area before stepping into the operating room.

Violette lay on the operating table, her face drained of color. Her hands and wrists were now sutured and wrapped in bandages. As Dexter examined her dilated pupils, a hint of concern marred his face.

Zion’s voice trembled as he cried out, "When she came in, she was still conscious. She called my name... She definitely called my name."

"Who’s the anesthesiologist?" Dexter asked.

A doctor wearing a mask raised his hand nervously. Dexter gazed at the oxygen mask in silence.

At that precise moment, the doctor from the adjacent operating room rushed over. "Are you all family members of the patients? If the patient is already brain-dead, would her family be willing to let her undergo a cardiac compatibility assessment?"

"The other patient has promised that as long as the family agrees, they can provide a consolation money of five million," the doctor continued anxiously and looked at us.

Zion was furious and felt the urge to fight him.

The doctor quickly added, "If it’s not sufficient, feel free to request more."

Such a compelling temptation... If it were just an average tourist from a regular family, the family would likely have given in by now. After all, there seemed to be no hope of saving a brain-dead person.

I glanced at Dexter. I immediately felt a chill run down my spine. I trembled at the thought of what had happened.

Every year, this cruise ship departed from ports in various countries, welcoming both wealthy and ordinary tourists from around the world.

However, it wasn’t just a matter of letting ordinary fortunate tourists on board, allowing the wealthy to witness the big gap between them and pumping them with a sense of superiority. Instead, the wealthy were allowed to choose the organ donor that best suited them.

Once the match was successful, those regular people would become the target of the wealthy. They would end up in the operating room due to different accidents, never to wake up again.

"I agree to the assessment," confirmed Dexter in a low voice.

Zion lost control and wanted to rush forward. "Dexter!"

Dexter didn’t explain a word. I stopped Zion. "Eason, take him away and let him calm down."

The doctor who came to inform him was beaming with joy, and the family members who followed him nodded in agreement.

"They put so much effort into it. They must have known that Violette’s heart was compatible," I whispered. Dexter nodded approvingly. "Wealthy individuals typically target young college students who are in good health. Violette’s blood type and other personal information were probably leaked during her time at school."

"They exploit opportunities such as free or public welfare physical examinations on campus to gather comprehensive data on students, which they can then sell and profit from..."

Genome Society likely had massive genetic data across the country, even from around the world. This was concerning.

"Is Violette okay?" I whispered.

"She won’t die," Dexter replied faintly.

I gazed at Dexter. "Why are you so certain?"

Dexter replied softly as he gazed into my eyes, "The blood on the bed didn’t belong to Violette, which means that someone intentionally faked the scene to deceive us into thinking she had suffered severe blood loss and was on the verge of death."

"And brain death is the least severe result. Do you know what the requirements are for a heart transplant? The heart must be alive. If too much blood is unintentionally released and the patient passes away, the donor loses their value."

Hence, they wouldn’t take the risk of actually killing Violette.

"But..." I remained slightly anxious, as Violette’s present state was indeed one of being brain-dead.

Dexter didn’t explain further and took me aside to wait for the result.

Zion had finally regained his composure and decided to trust Dexter. He realized that if Dexter wasn’t in a rush, so there might still be an opportunity. It became evident to Zion that something seemed suspicious about the situation.

Indeed, shortly after, the family returned. The family members were filled with excitement and

immediately said their thanks. A female family member cried intensely, showcasing remarkable acting skills. "Thank you, my benefactor. I truly appreciate it. The match was successful..."

"Thank you so much."

As Dexter observed the family member repeatedly thanking us, he said indifferently, "30 million, not a penny less. Payment must be made upfront."

She was stunned for a brief moment, and her gaze shifted toward Dexter. "Sir... I understand your need for money, but asking for such a significant amount is unreasonable. My father’s life depends on finding a suitable donor quickly.

"If he weren’t on the cruise, we would’ve had other donors. You should know that donor organs are normally free"

"We’re not offering it for free," Dexter interrupted her nonsense.

She panicked and glanced back at the doctor for help. The doctor also came to convince Dexter. "Sir, could you agree to the surgery first and then discuss the price? This is a matter of life."

Dexter replied expressionlessly, "No."

The doctor became slightly awkward. "Could you lower the price..."

Dexter sneered, casting a disdainful gaze at the woman in front of him. "So, the chairman of Hexagon Group is unable to come up with a mere 30 million? Also, you’re not his daughter. You’re his mistress. Am I correct?" 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

She stood frozen for a moment, then straightened up nervously. "You know...us."

Dexter sneered. "Ha... 30 million, and ask Winston Thorpe to discuss with me in person."

She panicked. "What do you mean? I... Mr. Thorpe has been rushed to the emergency room. How could he possibly come and talk to you?"

"He’s fine for now. Let him come out, or I can go in," Dexter offered the woman a choice.

She got scared and wanted to get the bodyguards for help. However, Joel and Eason immediately approached and pushed the bodyguards against the wall.

"You..." The anesthesiologist next to Violette seemed a bit panicked as well.

"Wake her up." Dexter pointed at Violette.

The anesthesiologist was stunned. "She’s brain dea-"

Before he finished speaking, Dexter forcefully pushed the anesthesiologist against the wall. Afterward, he seized the anesthesia breathing mask that Violette had been using and forcefully placed it over his face.

Dexter sneered and challenged, "You should know the consequences of ingesting excessive carbon monoxide. Go ahead, hold your breath. Let’s see how long you can last."

I turned on the switch smoothly. Soon, the anesthesiologist couldn’t hold his breath anymore and slapped the wall hard for mercy.

The anesthesia masks used on patients contained carbon monoxide. Damn it.

Quickly, the doctor stood up and tremblingly placed the oxygen mask on Violette’s face. "She’ll regain consciousness soon."

Zion swiftly responded by promptly presenting his identification. "Police! You’re suspected of participating in illegal organ transplantation."

Shortly after, the door of another operating room opened. Winston emerged from it, sitting in a wheelchair. His expression was cold and exuded a powerful presence. "You seem to have uncovered the secret here..." Winston said in a low voice.

He then glanced at the doctor behind him and said, "Then we can’t keep them alive anymore."

The doctor nodded. "Yes."

Soon, the doors of the entire medical area were sealed, and not a single creature could escape the medical capsule.

"Kill them all, clean up the place, and schedule surgery as soon as possible," the chief doctor instructed the bodyguards behind him in a hushed tone.

I looked at Dexter, and we carefully moved back. These people came with guns...

When they started firing, Joel cursed, "Damn it! This is way too exciting!"

Eason grabbed Joel by the back of his collar, swiftly pulled him into Violette’s operating room, and closed the door.

"It’s over... We have to die here today," Eason said nervously. There were many people on the other side with no way out.