Chapter 490

Yuna’s face fell instantly as Manley’s scream echoed through the sterile corridors of the hospital.

“Yuck! I don’t want his filthy blood! Mommy, I don’t want it, please!”

If Manley kept this up, pretty soon the whole hospital would know she was planning to use the blood of Hayes for her precious boy. They had only bribed the compliance of the head of the hematology department, and if word got out, it could reach Frederick’s ears.

Taking a deep breath, Yuna tried to pacify her son with a calculated tenderness.

“Okay, okay sweetie, Mommy promises we won’t use Hayes’ blood for your transfusion! Now, go back to your room before Grandma worries herself sick looking for you.”

At that, Manley’s fears seemed to subside. He threw a wary glance at Hayes and, with a haughty tilt of his chin, strutted off.

Hmph! He had just saved that little mute’s life!

When he got better, he’d make sure that mute thanked him properly!

Once Manley had left the lab, the intern turned to Yuna.

“Ms. Lockwood, I’ll just go and confirm the arrangements with that adult donor, and we can schedule the transfusion for Manley as soon as possible.”

Yuna’s expression turned icy, “Forget it, we’ll use Hayes’ blood.”

The intern, puzzled, replied, “But… I thought we agreed…”

“I consulted with your department head yesterday. There’s no risk of rejection between twins. Do you really think I’d risk my son’s life with some stranger’s blood?”

“Our department head told you this?”

“Yes!”

The intern was in disbelief. Manley was her son, but wasn’t Hayes too? How could a three-year-old possibly endure such a large volume blood exchange? Yet, if the department head had approved it, what could a mere intern do? She reluctantly agreed, “Alright… I’ll go prepare everything.”

As she moved to leave, Yuna’s grip tightened on her arm, pulling her close. Towering in her high heels, Yuna’s presence was menacing.

With venom in her voice, she whispered a warning, “Keep your mouth shut. If you breathe a word of this to anyone, you’ll regret it.”

The intern nodded, her eyes wide with fear, fully aware of the power of the Winston family to which Yuna belonged.

Half an hour later, Yuna escorted Hayes into the treatment room. He lay on the cold, metallic bed, a mix of fear, nervousness, and a profound sense of abandonment washing over him. Even though there were other options for Manley, why was his mother so insistent on using his blood?

As the intern returned, a consent form in hand, “Ms. Lockwood, due to the unusual circumstances, you, as Hayes’ guardian, need to sign this waiver.

Yuna was incredulous. “It’s just a blood draw, not surgery. Is all this really necessary?”

The intern, despite her unease, stood firm. “Hospital policy requires consent from the guardian for any procedure on a minor, be it surgery or a blood donation. Without it, we cannot proceed.”

Yuna was fuming. She had already sorted everything with the head of the department; none of this should be necessary. Where did this dumb intern come from.

Just wait. Once she got what she wanted from Hayes, this intern would pay.

But with the department head on her side, the waiver was as good as meaningless. So, without further thought, Yuna grabbed the pen and scrawled her signature across the document.