The Heiress Reborn With A Mystic Space (Lillian) novel Chapter 1127

For some reason, the moment Foster recalled the girl's parting words from that morning, a deep sense of unease washed over him.

The young nurse froze for a fraction of a second before comprehension dawned on her face. "Are you talking about the young lady who did the blood transfusion? She has already been taken away."

"Blood transfusion," Foster said, his voice laced with horror. "What do you mean by that? What blood transfusion? And who took her away?"

The nurse replied matter-of-factly, "Exactly what it sounds like. The blood currently running through the gentleman in that room was transfused directly from that young lady. If she hadn't done it, he would have been dead by now. As for who took her, I have no idea."

Foster felt as though every ounce of strength had been abruptly drained from his body. His face turned a deathly pale as the truth finally clicked in his mind. Her parting words had been a final farewell, and her supposed cure was nothing less than a life for a life sacrifice. "Then, how was the young lady's condition at the end?"

The nurse shook her head. "There is no way she survived. Practically all the blood in her body was drawn out. It is such a shame, she was such a beautiful girl." With a sigh of regret, she turned and walked away.

Foster stared blankly into space. Even with the sunlight streaming down upon him, he felt a piercing, bone-chilling cold. His knees buckled, and he slid helplessly down the wall until he collapsed onto the floor, murmuring, "No, it can't be. It can't be. She wouldn't die."

Meanwhile, at Skyreach Group.

Inside the chairperson's office.

Karina stood before the windows, staring out blankly. Tears silently tracked down her pale cheeks as an intense grief took hold of her, and the letter she was holding slipped from her fingertips, drifting down to the floor.

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