Weston glared at the doctor. âI remember I stressed that the surgery has to be carried out safely!!!â
âYes. But Ms. Ellaâs condition is too special so...â. Weston scrunched his eyebrows hard and let out a breath. âHow long?â
âWhat?â
âHow long can she hold on?â
âAbout an hour.â
âOne hour?â Ben frowned. âHow is that possible? Even if we can find a donor, we canât get them here i mmediately!
Weston shut his eyes and thought of one person.
âImpossible!â Guinevere hissed with gritted teeth. âYou want me to donate blood to that bitch? I wonât agree even if I die!â
Her eyes were red as she stared at the man before her. Never did she expect that he would ask her to donate blood to Ella in a million years!
How could a bitch like Ella be worthy of her blood?
She initially thought Weston wouldnât let her go because he was still angry at her and that he would naturally let her go once he had calmed down.
However, she never expected that he still wouldnât let her go, even when her parents were there.
Not only did he prohibit her from seeing her family, but he didnât pay her the slightest bit of attention.
Finally, he came to see her, but for such a reason...
âI will never give her my blood!â
She flung her head to the other side and shut her eyes. Weston had guessed that she would disagree but couldnât help but be annoyed by her response. âIâm not here to discuss with you.â
âThe doctors will come and take your blood later,â he continued.
âNo way!â
Her eyes were wide open as she screamed angrily, âI will. not cooperate! If I donât give my consent, thereâs nothing you can do!â
The man stared at her; his eyes were cold.
Guinevere clenched her fists and felt aggrieved. âYouâve never seen me like this, havenât you...â
She smiled bitterly. âIn the past, you asked Stella to donate her blood to me for the sake of the child. She was also pregnant at that time... Now, youâre asking me to give my blood to this bitch, Ella.â
âIs she more important than Stella in your heart?â
âSHUT UP!â Weston roared.
His eyes were so bloodshot; it was as if she had touched his bottom line.
That was something that he and Stella never wanted to remember.
Guinevereâs questions reminded him of what he had done to Stella.
During that time, it wasnât that he couldnât see Stellaâs reluctance and hypocrisy, and her intention to escape whenever she had the chance.
He always felt that Stella was just being stubborn.
But now, he knew why she ran away from him.
Because the things he did in the past were enough to make her want to leave him.
âDid I say it correctly?â Guinevere suddenly let out a heartbroken chuckle.
She stood up, stumbled to Weston, and grabbed his arms. âWake up! That is Ella, not Stella! You canât make up for your guilt toward her! They might look alike, but theyâre not the same!â
Weston, however, shoved Guinevereâs hands away coldly. âI have no time to listen to you. Just do as youâre told.â
âImpossible!
âShe has no right to take my blood!â
Weston suddenly stepped forward and grabbed her neck.
âYou know my temper. Donât make me hurt your parents.