Chapter 310 History Repeat Itself

As the four men struck Claire at the back of her head, they bolted, leaving Alexander in a split second of panic. His heart raced, torn between chasing them down or helping Claire. But when he saw her lying there, unconscious, the decision was clear. He swore under his breath and quickly scooped her up in his arms. “Hold on, Claire,” he muttered, his jaw clenched as he carried her to his car. He pressed the gas pedal hard, flying down the nearly empty streets. The hospital wasn’t far, but every second felt like an eternity. His mind raced with all the possibilities – what if the blow was worse than it looked? What if something serious happened to her? When they finally reached the hospital, Alexander didn't waste a moment. He carried Claire inside, bridal style, his arms wrapped tightly around her limp body. A nurse at the entrance noticed the urgency in his eyes and quickly called for help. Within seconds, a stretcher was wheeled over. “Place her on the bed,” the nurse instructed,