FAR GONE

Chapter 4

A pair of men dressed in black followed closely behind the woman, each of them holding an umbrella carefully over her head as the heavy rain poured down without mercy.

“Seraphina Draven,” one of them called out softly, trying to get her attention.

Seraphina Draven stood still for a moment as her eyes fell on Nathan’s motionless body lying on the wet road.

Her heart tightened instantly, and worry filled her face.

“Oh no… what have I done?” she said, her voice trembling slightly. “Do you think he is still alive?”

She was tall and graceful, standing at about five foot seven, and there was a natural elegance around her that made her presence impossible to ignore.

Even in panic, she looked like someone who belonged to a world far above ordinary people, and even her frown carried a strange kind of beauty.

One of the bodyguards stepped forward quickly, his tone urgent.

“We do not have time to deal with this right now, Ms. Draven,” he said. “Old Mr. Aldric Draven’s condition is getting worse, and he may not make it if we delay any longer.”

Seraphina did not reply immediately, but the worry in her eyes only grew stronger.

Her lips turned pale as she looked at Nathan again.

“But… him…” she said softly, unable to look away.

After all, she was the one who hit him.

“There is nothing we can do about this,” the other bodyguard added firmly. “No one could have avoided this accident, especially with how heavy the rain is right now.”

“Yes, Ms. Draven,” the first bodyguard agreed. “Old Mr. Draven is far more important, so we can simply compensate this man’s family with money later, and everything will be settled.”

To them, this situation was simple.

Money could fix it.

The life of an unknown man did not carry enough weight to delay something more important.

The rain continued to fall heavily, striking Nathan’s unmoving body as if the world itself had forgotten him.

He lay there like something discarded and unwanted.

But Seraphina could not turn away.

She took a deep breath, then suddenly stepped forward and knelt beside him without hesitation.

Her hands trembled slightly as she reached out and touched his shoulder.

He was still warm.

That small detail made her heart beat faster.

Without another word, she carefully lifted Nathan into her arms, even though her clothes were soaked and the rain continued to pour down on both of them.

“Ms. Draven, what are you doing?” the bodyguards asked in shock.

They could hardly believe what they were seeing.

This was Seraphina Draven, the princess of the Draven family, one of the Big Four families of Dragania.

She was the pride of Aldric Draven, known as the Iron Dragon and the guardian of the Southern Dominion.

Yet now, she was holding a stranger in her arms without hesitation.

“Take him to the best hospital we have,” Seraphina ordered coldly as she walked toward the car.

Her voice carried authority, leaving no room for argument.

“Yes, Ms. Draven,” the bodyguards replied at once.

They quickly opened the car door as she got in, still holding Nathan carefully as if he might break at any moment.

The door closed, and the car drove off through the heavy rain.

Its destination was clear.

Georgina Castle Hospital.

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The three women had no idea that Nathan had just been hit by a car.

They were still standing in the ward, their minds stuck on what had just happened, and Nathan’s words about cutting ties with them continued to echo again and again in their heads.

Even though they had always treated him like a blood bank, something felt wrong.

They should have been relieved.

They should have been happy that he wanted to leave.

Yet, for some reason, none of them felt that way.

Instead, there was a strange emptiness in their hearts that they could not explain.

Vivian was the first to break the silence.

“I think I should go and check on him,” she said, her voice lower than usual.

“No,” Aya replied immediately, her tone calm but firm. “He is only pretending, and he cannot live without us.”

She crossed her arms slightly and continued, “I already gave him one month of grace, so he will calm down and come back on his own.”

Aya was certain of it.

In her mind, Nathan had nowhere else to go.

Three years ago, the powerful person he offended would have destroyed him completely if not for the Keneth family stepping in.

They spent one hundred and fifty million to settle everything and protect him, and only after that did the danger disappear.

If Nathan left now, that protection would be gone.

And when that happened, the past would come back to find him.

Ava looked at Aya with a hint of worry in her eyes.

“But what if he really goes through with the divorce in the end?” she asked quietly.

Aya did not answer right away.

She simply looked away, as if she did not want to think about that possibility.

Before she could respond, Micheal’s voice broke the silence.

“Are you going to see Nathan?” he asked softly.

He sat upright on the bed, but his head was lowered, and his expression looked weak and troubled.

“Go ahead and see him,” Micheal continued in a low voice. “After all, I only have six months left to live, and that will not change no matter how much blood he gives me.”

His words shocked the three women instantly.

They rushed to his side without hesitation, their earlier thoughts completely pushed aside.

Aya held his hand tightly, her voice filled with urgency and determination.

“You will not die, Micheal,” she said firmly. “I will not allow that to happen, and I will save you no matter what it takes.”

Vivian nodded quickly, her eyes filled with worry.

“Yes, you will be fine, so do not say things like that again.”

Ava added without thinking, “Nathan is still here, and he will continue to give you his blood, so as long as he is around, nothing will happen to you.”

Their voices overlapped as they tried to comfort Micheal, and all of their attention returned to him once again.

As for Nathan…

It was as if he no longer existed in their world.

Vivian did not hesitate for even a second.

“We are going nowhere,” she said firmly as she stepped closer to Micheal’s bed. “We are staying right here with you, and your only job is to survive, Micheal.”

Ava nodded quickly, her eyes still wet with tears. “Yes, we will not leave you, so just focus on getting better.”

Aya also stepped forward, her expression serious but gentle when she looked at Micheal. “You will not die, and I will make sure of it no matter what it takes.”

The three women stood around him like a shield, and even though their voices were steady, their emotions were not.

They were overwhelmed, torn between fear and relief, and tears quietly rolled down their faces as they tried to hold themselves together.

Just then, the door of the ward opened, and a doctor walked in carrying several sealed bags of blood.

“We have more blood now for Mr. Herrison,” the doctor announced.

Vivian turned sharply, her eyes widening in surprise.

“More blood?” she asked quickly. “I thought the blood bank was already out of Micheal’s blood type.”

The doctor adjusted his glasses before replying.

“I just received new information that someone with the same rare blood type has donated recently,” he explained calmly.

The moment those words left his mouth, the atmosphere in the room changed.

The three women immediately looked at each other, and hope flashed in their eyes at the same time.

“Can you find out who the donor is?” Ava asked without hesitation.

In their minds, this was too important to ignore.

They already had Nathan, but they also knew his condition was not stable forever.

If something happened to him, Micheal would be in danger again.

Another donor with the same blood type meant security, a backup they desperately needed.

However, the doctor shook his head slowly.

“I am sorry, but the donor requested complete anonymity, and we are not allowed to reveal any information.”

Aya frowned immediately, her patience thinning.

She took a step forward and spoke in a firm voice. “Please help us, because this is very important. We will reward you generously if you find out who it is.”

The doctor hesitated, then sighed as if he had no choice.

“Alright, I will see what I can do,” he said reluctantly.

The moment he left, the room fell into a different kind of silence.

Micheal, who had been quietly listening all along, also showed a faint look of surprise.

A new donor with his blood type meant something important to him, even if he did not show it openly.

In his mind, a cold thought formed quietly.

If there was another replacement available, then Nathan would no longer be as important as before.

And if Nathan became useless…

Then getting rid of him would only be a matter of time.

None of them knew the truth.

The donor they were all talking about was Nathan himself, lying in another ward in the same hospital, barely clinging to life.

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On the other side of the hospital, the woman who had brought Nathan in stood in a quiet hallway as she continued her phone call.

Her expression was cold and controlled, but her voice carried a faint strain of pressure.

“I understand what is at stake here, Uncle,” she said firmly. “You do not need to remind me again, because I will survive this year no matter what.”

She ended the call abruptly and exhaled sharply, her chest rising and falling as she tried to steady her emotions.

However, the tension in her body would not go away easily.

One of her bodyguards, standing a short distance away, leaned closer and spoke in a low voice.

“Are you sure the Draven family still has something that can help you survive, Ms. Seraphina Draven?”

Seraphina did not answer immediately.

Instead, she looked out through the hospital window at the heavy rain still falling outside, her brows slowly tightening.

“No,” she finally said in a quiet voice. “But my grandfather said it is my only hope, and it will only appear when the time is almost over.”

She paused, her expression darkening slightly.

“And then the accident happened right after we arrived in this city,” she added softly, almost to herself.

The bodyguard frowned as he spoke again.

“The Iron Dragon himself getting into a serious car accident right after entering this city does not feel like a coincidence, and even you were involved in an accident today, so this does not feel like a good sign, Ms. Draven.”

The woman’s brows tightened as she stood in the hospital corridor, the weight of everything pressing down on her at once.

She let out a slow breath and spoke in a low, controlled voice. “We will take everything one step at a time, because rushing will not solve anything, and my grandfather’s accident was not random at all, since someone clearly planned it, which means we must also find a way to heal him as soon as possible.”

Just then, the doctor walked out of the emergency room holding a file.

“Are you the family of the patient?” he asked calmly. “His report is ready.”

One of the bodyguards immediately shook his head. “We are not—”

“Give it to me,” Seraphina interrupted firmly as she reached out and took the report without waiting.

Her eyes scanned the pages quickly, but the deeper she read, the more her expression changed.

For a moment, she thought she had misunderstood something, so she read it again more carefully.

Then her frown deepened sharply.

“What?” she said in disbelief. “It says he only suffered minor scrapes on his head. This must be some kind of mistake.”

She paused, staring at the document as if it might change if she looked at it long enough, but the result remained the same.

Confused and unsettled, she turned her head toward her bodyguards.

“Both of you, come here immediately and examine him properly,” she ordered.

The two bodyguards stepped forward at once.

They were twins, and both of them were seasoned martial artists who had seen countless injuries in real combat, which meant they understood the human body far better than most doctors in simple field situations.

That was exactly why their reaction was even more intense than hers.

They examined Nathan carefully, checking his head, his breathing, and the faint signs of impact on his body, and the more they looked, the more disbelief appeared on their faces.

“This cannot be right,” one of them said slowly. “He was hit by a car moving at extremely high speed, and from the reports, he was thrown nearly a hundred feet through the air, yet he only has minor scrapes.”

The other twin nodded with a serious expression, his voice filled with confusion. “Even trained martial artists using advanced body conditioning techniques would suffer broken bones from that kind of impact, so this result does not make sense at all.”

The memory of the crash was still vivid in all their minds.

The car had been moving at nearly one hundred and eighty miles per hour, and Nathan had been struck directly, sent flying through the air like a broken object before crashing onto the ground.

Blood had poured out of him in a way that made everyone think he would not survive.

Yet now, the report was saying he had only minor injuries.

It was completely impossible.

The tension in the room suddenly shifted when one of the bodyguards froze.

His eyes widened slightly as he looked toward the emergency room door.

“He is waking up,” he said quietly.