My Flirtacious Husband

I thought he said he would take care of his nephew? The nurse has asked three times, but it seems like he has suddenly gone deaf and mute! Hearing no response from Peter and the rest, Genevieve answered hoarsely, “None of us is type A. Please check the blood bank.”

“Whoever has type A blood, please get in there and donate your blood! Dr. Jensen is about to go mad with worry!” The nurse then ran along the corridor and shouted at her colleagues, “Please hurry up and check the blood bank! Find out how many bags of type A blood we have. The patient in operating room number eight needs it!”

“A victim of a car accident came in this afternoon, and he needed type A blood as well! We gave all the type A blood to that man, so we have none left,” someone answered.

“Hurry up and think of something! We don’t have time to waste!”

When Peter and the rest heard the conversation between the nurses, none of them even flinched. At the same time, Samantha had a mischievous look in her eyes, as if she was watching on in amusement.

Genevieve, on the other hand, felt cold to the bones. Brain hemorrhage is the worst form of internal bleeding! If he doesn’t get a blood supply soon, he’s doomed.

Glancing at Peter, she buried her nails deep inside her palms to stay calm. After that, she turned toward Steven and asked for his phone.

“Steven.” Genevieve enunciated every word clearly and firmly when she said, “Stay here. Don’t leave!”

In response, Steven nodded solemnly.

Genevieve took the phone and ran toward the emergency department.

were doctors all day long in the emergency department, and there were always patients coming

and shouted, “Is there anyone here who’s healthy and has type A blood? My husband is in the operating room, and his life is at risk! I’ll pay three

for every three hundred milliliters? A greedy

in the waiting area stood up immediately and raised his hand. “Me! I’m type

“So am I!”

two people stood

questions to see if they had any underlying health issues. Once they were

when she brought those few people to the operating room, the nurse was still

no

surprised

she watched them close the doors to the operating room. “Genevieve, not only did Armand marry you to satisfy Old Mrs. Faulkner, but he also did it for Marilyn. It’s all because you have a rare type of blood like Marilyn. Ha! You’re like a personal blood bank! That’s very generous of

blood, so why not? If I were to receive a call from a hospital saying that they need my blood, I would go over in a heartbeat. I believe in

manage to keep your sons’ lives after you gave Marilyn your blood, though?” Samantha’s words were like daggers that

“My fate with my sons and I ended there. However, both Mando and

Samantha was stumped.

way, Ms. Samantha.” Genevieve seemed to have remembered something. She shifted her gaze toward Samantha and uttered, “Please call Marilyn, will you? Since even you guys have come all the way here for Mando, I think

at once, and she chuckled coldly. “You’re quite something, aren’t