Chapter 563: Critical Shortage of Blood in the Blood Bank
“What’s left to see….” Jasmine mused.
Her tone was as light as the breeze.
“Miss Yale, it’s true that Mr. Cheney and Miss Yolanda have known each other since they were children, and he does treat her very well, but he is not in love with her.”
“Not in love? Getting engaged despite not being in love…” Jasmine laughed dismissively, “But what’s the point of talking about this now? There’s no need to explain it to .”
“Miss Yale, Mr. Cheney isn’t good at expressing his feelings, and I am the sa. However, the engagent between Mr. Cheney and Miss Fern was really for your sake.”
“Mr. Mcintosh, why must you always joke with ?” Jasmine chuckled, “So his engagent was for my sake? If he doesn’t love Yolanda, his engagent must be for a certain advantage, probably the lands held by his grandfather… After all, he is soone who puts his interests first, right?”
“Miss Yale, you do not understand Mr. Cheney.”
“Yes, of course I don’t understand him. He’s so terrifying, even living with him for twelve years, I still don’t comprehend him.”
Sylvan was deep in thought.
He had never let her into his heart.
“Miss Yale, there are many things…”
“Mr. Mcintosh, what’d be the point of saying anything more now? Whether it’s right or wrong, it doesn’t matter anymore…”
It’s all in the past.
Everything has co to an end.
“Miss Yale, Mr. Cheney has never told you the truth about his engagent to Miss Yolanda because he didn’t want to burden you psychologically.”
“What do you an?”
Jasmine didn’t understand.
A psychological burden? For her sake?
Since they had willingly agreed to get engaged, why did it beco about her when Charles Mcintosh ntioned it?
Charles Mcintosh was indeed a good subordinate, always speaking up for Sylvan.
“Miss Yale, do you rember the incident where you lost a significant amount of blood in the forest?”
“I rember.”
How could she possibly forget that incident?
It was deeply engraved in her heart, and vivid in her mory.
She didn’t want to die, but in the last mont, she chose to take the fatal blow for him.
She always thought, he deserved to live a good life.
It didn’t matter if she died, but he couldn’t.
But in the end, she took that blow for him in vain…..
“On the way to the hospital, you nearly lost your life.” Charles said calmly, “Even after arriving at the hospital, the doctor asked Mr. Cheney to sign a notice of critical illness.”
“Mr. Mcintosh, when the wolf bit into my neck, I thought I was going to die. I never expected to make it out alive.”
To live was to save Yolanda. To die was to save him.
Of course, she would save him.
It was a decision that required no hesitation.
Jasmine’s eyelashes fluttered, glimring with a layer of frost.
The sunlight sprinkled on her cheek. Her face lacked any signs of vitality.
“Miss Yale, your surgery took five hours, during which the doctors attempted resuscitation multiple tis due to the excessive blood loss, and the hospital’s blood bank was running low.”
Charles’s tone was calm, but hearing this—
“Thump” Jasmine’s heart suddenly lifted.
Did sothing happen during those five hours when she was unconscious while having surgery?
What happened?
All she knew was that when she woke up, all she was left with was despair and infinite indifference.
Jasmine held her breath.
She waited silently for Charles to continue. Her heart was pounding in her chest.
After a long pause, Charles said softly, “The hospital ran out of blood, but you still needed a transfusion. Coincidentally, only Chris Fern’s blood was the most suitable.”
With those simple words, Jasmine felt a bright flash in her eyes.
It was blinding.
Her heart was filled with indescribable feelings, intertwined and ceaseless.
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