Chapter 251
The Heiress Strikes Back
251 No Turning Over
âYumi, I know youâre feeling terrible now, but I hope you can help me. You were there, werenât you? What happened?!â Sharon walked to Yumiâs side and asked seriously.
âAll I remember is a car rushing toward them. I donât know what happened, but then there was a loud... A lot of blood...â Perhaps because she was nervous, but Yumiâs words were incoherent. Her eyes were red, and her voice was hoarse.
Her fingers trembled as she spoke. She was clearly in shock.
Sharon listened patiently to what Yumi had to say. Her face was smug and dark as if she couldnât suppress the anger in her heart. âAre you saying that this is deliberate? Did you see who it was?â
Yumi shook her head and covered her face as she tried to recall. âNo, the car had already left when I arrived at the scene, and I couldnât see the license plate clearly. Sharon, could it be that the Harris family offended someone, and they came to seek revenge? You have to be careful...â
Sharonâs face was cold, and her usual gentle image was completely different. She took a few deep breaths, and her usually gentle eyes were bloodshot.
She couldnât control herself. She paced back and forth in the corridor, her face expressionless, but her heart was struggling crazily to decide if she should ask John for help.
Who exactly attacked Wallace? Although that was what Sharon thought, she had doubts about Louis. If Wallace is seriously injured, then the biggest beneficiary will be Louis.
Sharon clenched her fists, not noticing that her palms were covered in blood.
âSharon, donât be like this...â Yumi noticed that something was wrong with Sharon. Even though her face was pale, and she walked forward to comfort Sharon, she didnât know what to say.
After some time, Lincoln walked out and took off his mask. His forehead was covered in sweat. âMiss Sharon, Mr. Harris is safe for now.â
As soon as he said this, Sharonâs expression improved a little, but she still couldnât stand straight. Her body swayed, and she gritted her teeth tightly, trying her best to calm down. âOkay, use any good medicine or equipment you have today-money isnât a problem. Wallaceâs life is in your hands.â
âDonât worry, Miss Sharon! Iâve also used what you taught me before... Ahem! Heâs mainly bleeding too much now. The hospital doesnât have enough supply in the blood bank, so thereâs no AB blood for the time being. Other than direct blood relatives like his parents, weâre contacting all the other people who have AB blood type.â
Yumiâs eyes lit up at that. âThatâs great. Doctor, Iâm type AB and not his direct blood relative. You can use my blood; it doesnât matter how much you draw.â
Lincolnâs eyes lit up when he heard this. He was very happy. âOkay, hurry up and do a checkup. If you meet the requirements, do a blood transfusion immediately.â
Sharon-who had been standing guard at the door-rushed up the moment Wallace came out. Her hands were covered in cold sweat as she leaned over and grabbed the bed, looking at Wallaceâs pale face.
âWallace... How are you? Open your eyes and look at me, please?â Sharon gently held her husbandâs hand, wanting to wake him up. However, the latterâs eyes were closed, and his mouth was tightly pursed.
His lips were very dry.
Seeing him lying there motionless and not reacting to her voice at all, Sharon seemed to have made up her mind. I have to get to the bottom of this matter. This time, I will make sure that the person who attacked Wallace will never be able to turn things around!
âGet out of my way! Get lost! If it werenât for you, my son wouldnât be in such a miserable state. The person lying here now should be you, and you should die!â June suddenly rushed out and knocked Sharon away.
âOkay, donât be like this. The anesthesia on our son hasnât worn off yet, so thereâs no use shouting at her now. Heâs resting in the ICU today. Donât worry.â
Juneâs expression changed when she heard this. She suddenly looked up and roared, âWasnât he saved? Why does he still need to stay in the ICU? How is my son now?â
âDonât worry! He just lost too much blood; thatâs why he was in danger. He doesnât have any fatal wounds on his body. That lady just helped him with a blood transfusion, and I donât see any rejection so far. Heâll be transferred to a normal ward after a few days of observation in the ICU.â Lincolnâs attitude toward June was terrible. Is this womanâs concern for her son limited to shouting? Moreover, the person in charge of the situation is Miss Sharon, but this woman doesnât appreciate it at all.