It was the first time in his life Damien Vaughn had ever donated blood. He brazenly wanted to give 1000cc, but the nurse didn’t dare draw that much, so he ended up giving only 600cc.
Pressing a cotton swab to his arm, he walked out irritably. He never expected that the moment he looked up, he would see Cecelia Archer leaning on Shane Grant’s shoulder, being gently comforted by him.
’He suddenly felt so stupid, so completely unnecessary!’
’Candy wasn’t the helpless, lonely child he had imagined. She had a capable mother—a mother who could find her a powerful man to be her stepfather. And here he was, trying to curry favor? How pathetic was that?’
He had never felt so redundant, so utterly humiliated. Tossing the cotton swab into a trash can, Damien Vaughn turned on his heel and strode away.
"Something came up. I’m leaving."
Cecelia was deeply moved and grateful that he had brought Candy to the hospital and even donated blood for her.
At the same time, she wanted to ask Damien Vaughn a few questions, so she quickly pulled away from Shane Grant and stood up.
"Excuse me. Thank you for everything today. Let me see you out."
Looking at her pale, beautiful face, anyone who didn’t know better would think she was a gentle, innocent woman. Unfortunately for her, Damien Vaughn now saw right through her.
Putting on an act for him right in front of Shane Grant... She wasn’t just ridiculous anymore; she was despicable.
"Don’t bother. We’re not close."
Giving Cecelia Archer a cold glance, he strode out of the hospital.
The nurse administered the blood transfusion to Candy. Her wound was stitched, and the family was allowed to see her.
Cecelia Archer leaned over the bedside, stroking her daughter’s messy hair.
"Does it hurt? Don’t be scared, Candy. You’ll be better soon. Mommy will stay right here with you. If it hurts, you tell me, okay?"
Candy’s face was flushed, and she was struggling to breathe. Her speech was slurred, and she looked at her mother with a dazed expression.
"It hurts, Mommy. My head hurts so much... I want to throw up. I feel so sick..."
’How could this be happening?’
Shane Grant quickly brought over the trash can while Cecelia Archer helped Candy sit up slowly.
"Go ahead and get it out. After you’re done, tell Mommy if anything else feels wrong."
Candy retched in agony for a while. After Cecelia helped her rinse her mouth and was about to help her lie back down, Candy spoke again, her face contorted in pain.
"My legs are so numb I can’t lie down, and my back hurts too... I feel so awful, Mommy. Am I going to die?"
’Headache, nausea, and vomiting? Now her legs were numb, and her back was starting to hurt?’
Cecelia’s sharp mind immediately recalled the clinical phenomenon of a hemolytic reaction.
’Could this be...’
’If this really is a hemolytic reaction, it will start damaging her internal organs. She could die.’
Cecelia Archer frantically pulled the transfusion needle from her daughter’s arm and screamed for a doctor.
Candy was rushed back into the emergency room.
Shane Grant had no idea what was happening. Assuming the doctor’s incompetence was making the child’s condition worse, he said to Cecelia Archer with a grim expression,
"Let’s transfer her. I’m good friends with the director of Central Hospital. He’ll make sure Candy gets the best possible treatment. I’ll call him right now and arrange it."
Cecelia Archer’s head was spinning.
’There are many causes for a hemolytic reaction, but one of them involves a child’s blood and that of their biological parent...’
’Did Candy really receive Damien Vaughn’s blood? How could this have happened?’
Cecelia Archer couldn’t help but think back to that ridiculous night four years ago.
’No, no, no, it couldn’t be Damien Vaughn.’
’The man who forced himself on her that night had a strong medicinal odor about him. She’d heard he was seriously ill; she was only there to deliver his medicine when...’



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