The long needle pierced her arm, and while feeling sorry for his wife, a surge of jealousy arose from his heart!
Justin’s expression changed, his brow slightly furrowed, and he turned his gaze towards his father-in-law, seeing a worried face even more concerned than a father fretting over his son.
David Dalton couldn’t help but mumble, "Can I give my blood? I don’t have any illnesses." He was very worried about his daughter’s health.
But seed even more worried about Trevor.
The door to the operating room was closed, and one could only see the situation inside through a small glass window.
A few doctors surrounded Trevor, helping him stitch up his wound.
Justin reassured himself that Mia was relieving her father’s worries, not because of Trevor, and thinking this way made him feel much better.
But Justin suddenly discovered—Trevor’s gaze was always fixed on Mia!
Even though the doctors were stitching up his wound, he seed wrapped in a sweetness, without a trace of pain.
No way! Can’t stand it!
Justin pushed the door open and walked in, bringing a chill, and everyone in the operating room lifted their eyes to look at him.
"..." Mia’s chest trembled slightly, "Why are you here?"
Justin t his wife’s gaze, his expression gentle and lips curled up, standing in front of her, blocking Trevor’s line of sight.
With his back to him.
Forcing Trevor to withdraw his gaze and also his thoughts.
Soon, the blood transfusion was finished.
When the doctor pulled out the needle, Justin used a cotton swab to press on the needle mark, feeling very distressed but said nothing.
Helped his wife up from the chair, pulled her into his arm, "Shall we go?"
Mia looked up at him, "I..."
Justin said, "There are doctors here, you’ve given so much blood, you need to go back and replenish your body." Then he took her away.
Mia hadn’t reacted before Justin pulled her to the door.
"Dad." Justin greeted, "We’re leaving first." Then quickly led her away.
Leaving Mia with no chance to say anything, only glanced worriedly at her father as she was squeezed into the elevator.
"Ouch, it hurts!" She glanced back and complained.
Justin took the cotton swab away, "There’s no more bleeding, let’s apply sothing when we get back."
Walking out of the elevator, Justin wrapped his arm around her and stepped towards the hall.
Down the steps, he opened the passenger door of the Lamborghini, "Get in." He seed anxious, not wanting her to stay in the hospital a second longer.
Mia got in the car, fastened her seatbelt, and turned to watch him start the car.
Seeing his full face of displeasure, for a mont she didn’t know what to say.
"Isn’t there any blood in the blood bank?" Justin’s eyes were chilly, looking ahead, asking coldly, "What’s going on with the hospital?"
Mia knew he was angry and explained, "I don’t know, Dad wanted to give him blood, but I worried about the old man’s health, so I volunteered."
"When will you give blood too?" He was still jealous.
Mia was speechless, explaining like coaxing a child, "Blood types that don’t match can’t be transfused, what are you getting jealous about? I’ve explained, I did it because I was worried about Dad."
"But the one injured was Trevor."
"..." She couldn’t answer.
"I’m not jealous." Justin said that, but still held in anger, "I’m just worried about your health."
"Donating blood is a small matter, I donate blood every year." Mia emphasized, "Trevor got hurt because of too."
"Feeling sorry for him?"
Mia turned to him again, "Will you ever stop?" Only feeling the air thick with jealousy!
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