Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 344

A ringing filled Charlotte’s ears, drowning out every other sound. Disoriented, she drifted back to consciousness, feeling as if she were suspended in midair, the world spinning upside down.

The car had flipped, landing wheels-up, and a sharp, chemical scent filled the air as fuel leaked steadily from the tank.

Her senses snapped into focus. The first thing she saw was Evander’s face—blood streaked across his brow.

“…Evander.” Her voice barely registered in her own ears, muffled by the persistent ringing. She reached out, fingers fumbling over Evander’s still form, ignoring the pain shooting through her own arm as she unlatched her seatbelt.

Once she freed herself and steadied her body, Charlotte slapped his cheek, desperate. “Evander, wake up. Come on, stay with me—”

Suddenly, her gaze froze. A jagged shard of glass was embedded in his chest, dark blood soaking through his shirt, spreading across the fabric.

The stench of gasoline grew stronger, acrid and overwhelming. Charlotte forced herself not to panic and hurriedly undid his seatbelt.

But the impact had crumpled the driver’s side; Evander’s legs were pinned beneath the seat. She couldn’t move him.

Gritting her teeth, Charlotte grabbed the emergency hammer, shattered the side window, and clawed her way out of the wreck.

At that moment, a car screeched to a halt nearby. A couple jumped out—the woman immediately dialing for an ambulance, while her husband rushed forward to help Charlotte.

“There’s a fuel leak! We need to get away from the car—now!”

“There’s someone else inside—I have to get him out!” Charlotte kept her composure, turning to the man. “Do you have a jack in your car?”

“Yes, we do!”

“Thank you!”

Without hesitation, Charlotte took the jack and crawled back to the wreck. She wedged it between the crumpled dashboard and the driver’s seat, forcing enough space to reach Evander. Hooking her arms under his, she carefully pulled him free, doing her best not to disturb the glass lodged in his chest.

The couple hesitated only a moment before joining in to help.

They had just dragged Evander a safe distance away when the car erupted in flames.

Dean steadied her. “I’ve already called the best trauma surgeon at Capital Central. He’s en route. Right now, we need to get a clear picture of Evander’s injuries.”

Charlotte nodded, dazed.

The doors swung open. The attending chief strode out, eyes grave. “Dean Chase.”

“How is he?”

“It’s critical. The patient needs an emergency pericardiotomy to relieve tamponade and stop the bleeding—plus rapid transfusion, or he could go into shock at any moment. But we still need to run the full trauma protocol; the surgeon can’t operate without it—”

Charlotte’s brows drew together. “We don’t have that kind of time. And if he’s moved again, his injuries could get worse—”

“No more delays,” Dean interrupted, voice resolute. “If there are consequences, I’ll take responsibility myself. Even if I lose my job as hospital administrator—saving his life comes first.” He turned to Charlotte. “I’ve already spoken to Dr. Hale, the director here. He’s a top cardiac surgeon—he’ll handle the operation.”

Minutes later, Dr. Hale strode in, scrubbing in without hesitation. Dean whispered a quick update. Dr. Hale gave a reassuring nod. “Don’t worry. I’ll do everything I can.”