Sir Ares, Goodnight

The child was pushed into the intensive care unit in n o time at all. Soon, the blood test results were out. The doctor informed Jay and Angeline about the child's condition. "He has a low platelet count, so the results aren't looking very good. We're going to give him a blood transfusion. I need the child's parents to come in to have their blood tested."

Angeline said, "Ben was admitted to the hospital not long ago and his blood type is Group O. The hospital has a record, so there's no need to test it again."

Now that the president had given her instructions, the doctor had no choice but to give up.

In the ward, Marilyn was dumbfounded when she heard that they were going to carry out a blood test on her.

As she refused to have her blood drawn, the nurse had no choice but to turn to Jay for help.

"Ms. Marilyn refused to draw blood. She claims that she has blood phobia..." The nurse explained.

Angeline roared furiously. "The child's life is at stake and she's worried about her blood phobia? Mothers are tough. I want you to blindfold her and draw her blood."

Jay looked at Angeline. He had witnessed the ruthless and unsparing methods she used in the business world, the adorable side to her when she did silly things to annoy him in private, as well as how quickwitted and well thought out she was at giving out orders to save a patient. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the ꜰindNʘvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Today, he was greatly moved when she said 'Mothers are tough'.

In no time at all, the result of the child's blood type came out to be Group B.

Marilyn was still struggling so violently that even several nurses could not hold her down.

was in critical

was Group B too, hence she walked to the

blood type. The nurse flipped his file

flashed across Jay's dashing

to the waiting area,

the ward weeping and complaining. "This is an unethical hospital, darling. Why are they forcing

at her with cold eyes but did not utter a word. He looked away

seemed so selfish and superficial,

held his hand. "I'm

retracted his hand in

dumbfounded. The disgust that Jay showed seemed so... plain

carefully assisting Angelina to the waiting area and he rushed forward to

replied, "There's not enough type B blood in the

she was weak, she pretended to be strong. "Go and buy me some food. I want

then turned

son is in a critical condition, and here you are, claiming to have blood phobia. You're too afraid to have your blood drawn. If you don't donate your blood to save your

you and why do you

donated her own blood to save your son. Not only did you not thank her, but

she had just offended a big cheese. She quickly dropped