Reluctantly, Evelyn glanced at Henry once more before following David out.
She couldn’t afford to collapse now, she was Henry’s only hope. The rare blood type was not found among the subordinates and servants. David immediately contacted all hospitals and blood banks in Memphis.
Evelyn looked at the food on the tray, feeling no appetite. But when she saw through the crack in the door that Frank had already replaced the stored blood, she silently picked up a sandwich and took a big bite.
When Old Mr. and Old Mrs. Wilson arrived, they saw Evelyn holding a bowl of soup, sipping it calmly.
“Just look at her, Henry’s life is hanging by a thread in there, and she’s still here feasting away,” Old Mr. Wilson’s hand trembled as he leaned on his cane.
Old Mrs. Wilson, noticing Evelyn’s condition, also unhappy, “Henry can hear you, please don’t be so loud.”
David arranged chairs for them, about to explain, when Evelyn suddenly approached.
“Do you want some?” She stared at the veins on Old Mr. Wilson’s arm, and for the first time, she called out, “Grandpa.”
Old Mr. Wilson looked at the soup, casting a scornful glance at Evelyn.
Evelyn was about to continue offering when David pulled her aside.
“Madam, neither of them has a rare blood type. In the Wilson family, only boss’s mother has a rare blood type. But she went on a business trip to a nearby city yesterday and couldn’t rush back,” David explained.
Evelyn nodded, feeling a bit drained. She leaned against the wall, unable to even lift her shoulders.
Seeing her in this state, Old Mrs. Wilson couldn’t help but feel sorry for her. Just as she was hesitating whether to approach, the door suddenly opened.
Frank removed his mask, “The blood… isn’t enough.”
Evelyn was shocked.
Old Mr. Wilson stood up abruptly, “If there’s not enough blood, go get some.”
Frank replied, “We have about twenty minutes left with the current supply.”
Upon hearing this, David’s hands began to shake. Just then, his phone rang. He answered it, but his face turned pale and lifeless.
“The blood bank says there’s been a major accident in Memphis this evening. All blood types are in short supply,” he relayed, his voice trembling.
“So, Henry is beyond saving?” The tension that Old Mr. Wilson had been holding onto snapped instantly. He had endured the pain of losing children, and now, his only grandson…
“It’s all because of you,” Old Mr. Wilson shoved Evelyn forcefully, “If you had just left Henry alone, he wouldn’t be in this critical condition.”
Caught off guard, Evelyn stumbled back and hit the wall, wincing in pain.
Seeing that Old Mr. Wilson was about to escalate the situation, Frank intervened and stood in front of him, saying coldly, “If it weren’t for her blood, Henry would have died long ago.”
Old Mr. Wilson’s gaze flickered, and his hand on the cane froze.
Old Mrs. Wilson also looked surprised,
“I won’t leave him again, not even if it means death,” Evelyn said indifferently, slowly revealing her other arm.
“Are you insane?” Frank stepped back, alarmed. “If you keep donating, Henry won’t survive, and you’ll be dead too.”
“It doesn’t matter,” Evelyn shrugged nonchalantly, “Even if it would drain all my blood, I’d still save him.” Her voice was light and airy, but it sent shivers down the spines of everyone present. What kind of resolve could lead to such a decision?
A sense of awe towards Evelyn welled up in David’s heart.
Old Mr. Wilson opened his mouth and muttered, “Just a show.”
“Shut your mouth,” Old Mrs. Wilson’s eyes were red with anger, as if her gaze alone could incinerate the person in front of her, “When I saved you back then, were you also questioning if I was putting on a show?”
“What nonsense is this?” Old Mr. Wilson’s face flushed red, and he dared not speak another word.
However, their brief exchange did nothing to ease the tense atmosphere…
While Frank disagreed, Evelyn kept an eye on the time…
There were only ten minutes left.
Her eyes sharpened as she turned towards the pocket on Frank’s chest, where a surgical knife was kept.
Evelyn suddenly lunged forward, and in the blink of an eye, she had the surgical knife in her hand.
“What are you doing? Do you realize…” Frank started, but his words died in his throat when he met Evelyn’s gaze. Her eyes were like deep pools, silent, cold, and resolute. He couldn’t even find a trace of survival instinct in her eyes.
“Frank… We have no choice…” Evelyn called out, slowly placing the surgical knife across her wrist, “Are you going to watch us both die, or are you willing to take a gamble with me? Make a decision. Quickly…”