The System Offered Death As My Only Exit Chapter 03

The System Offered Death As My Only Exit Chapter 03

Adrian carried me back to the room, where the doctors were already waiting.

A portable warmer was pushed beside the bed. Nurses cut away the gauze stiffened with frozen blood, their faces growing grimmer by the second.

“Her body temperature is dangerously low. Possible cold injury from prolonged exposure.”

“Her blood pressure is still dropping. Push the medication now.”

“Mr. Whitmore, if we had been any later, Mrs. Whitmore might have…”

Adrian whipped his head around, and the doctor swallowed the rest of the sentence in fear.

He gripped my chart so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

“Save her. Evelyn cannot leave me. She has survived worse on her own before, and she will survive this too.”

No one in the room dared answer.

I lay on the bed, listening to the machines beep steadily, as scenes from years ago slowly surfaced in my mind.

Back then, Adrian was not Mr. Whitmore yet.

He was only the least favored son of the Whitmore family, standing by the hospital’s back entrance in a washed-out white coat, holding a stack of rejected project proposals while he smoked.

I asked him if he truly wanted to keep chasing his dream of becoming a doctor.

With his family background, he could have left medicine, gone back to the Whitmore business, and never suffered like this.

He looked up at me, his eyes full of exhaustion.

“I do. But no one believes in me.”

I respected him. I admired him.

I went through every page of his proposals with him. I helped him look for investors. I waited with him in the rain for three hours just so he could meet one potential backer.

At the time, I had almost saved enough system points.

They would have been enough to take me back to my original world.

But on the night Adrian secured his first investment, he held me in our rented apartment and cried.

He said, “Evie, one day, I’ll give you a good life.”

My heart softened.

I exchanged my points for the data models and case database he needed most.

On the day the hospital opened, Adrian held my hand in front of everyone.

“Without Evelyn, I would not be standing here today.”

I thought I had finally found a home.

So even after I became pregnant, and the doctors urged me more than once to end the pregnancy, I could not let go.

“You have an extremely rare blood type, and you have a clotting disorder. Childbirth would be too dangerous.”

The system had reminded me too.

[Host has accumulated enough points and may leave this world.]

But I touched my belly and could not bear to leave my child or the man I loved.

In the end, I chose to stay.

Then came the day I gave birth.

I was in so much pain that my vision kept going black. Adrian should have been outside the delivery room, but Vivian had just returned from overseas.

She called him crying, saying someone was following her at the airport and she was so scared she could barely breathe.

Adrian left without hesitation.

Before he went, he held my hand.

“Evie, I’ll be right back.”

That “right back” became an entire night.

I hemorrhaged in the delivery room, and panic crept into the nurses’ voices.

“Where’s the reserve blood?”

“It was just transferred out.”

“Who transferred it?”

No one answered.

I was in too much pain to speak.

All I could hear was the system warning me over and over that my vital signs were falling.

In the end, I spent every last point I had so Annie could take her first breath.

When I woke again, Adrian was kneeling beside my bed with the baby in his arms, crying as he apologized to me.

“Evie, I owe you my life.”

A low argument outside the room suddenly dragged me out of the memory.

The doctor was holding a report, his voice tight with urgency.

“Mr. Whitmore, Mrs. Whitmore cannot be put under any more stress. Her clotting numbers are already dangerously unstable, and her body has almost no reserve left.”

Adrian was silent for a moment.

“She’ll be fine. She has survived situations more dangerous than this before.”

The doctor finally lost his temper.

“That was before. Mrs. Whitmore’s health has been much worse since she gave birth. If this continues, not even a miracle could save her.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Adrian’s phone rang.

He hesitated for a long while, but in the end, he still answered.

Vivian’s soft crying came through the phone.

“Adrian, I dreamed about the car accident again. There was so much blood. I’m so scared.”

Adrian turned and walked out without hesitation.

“I’m coming right now.”

The doctor stood there and opened his mouth, but in the end, he didn’t stop him.

The room fell quiet again.

After some time, Adrian came back and placed a photo beside my pillow.

In the photo, my younger sister, Audrey Winters, stood outside her school gate in a faded jacket that had been washed too many times. She gave the camera a timid smile.

My fingers curled sharply.

Adrian looked at me, and his tone softened a little.

“Audrey has always wanted to see you. Evie, stop hurting yourself.”

“Once Vivi is emotionally stable, I’ll have someone bring Audrey here so you sisters can finally be together.”