When Two Winters Met (Henrietta and Yosef) novel Chapter 315

Henrietta hadn't fully processed it... The knife wound that Matteo had taken for her was this severe. A stab in the back had managed to puncture his lung... it was clearly a very serious injury. And now he was bleeding out, with no matching blood in the hospital's reserves. Seeing Henrietta's hesitation, the doctor said grimly, “If we can't find a donor in the next twenty minutes and the bleeding doesn't stop... I’m sorry, but we’ll have to declare him in critical condition. You need to start preparing yourselves for the worst.” Henrietta's eyes widened slowly. Leon suddenly shot to his feet. “Ms. Sargent, please! A life is on the line!” he cried, grabbing her wrist and turning to the doctor. 'Our boss has the same blood type as Matteo!' Leon began pulling Henrietta toward the donation room. In this situation, neither Winona nor Charlotte could find the words to intervene. The main reason was that Henrietta herself hadn't said a word; she simply allowed herself to be led away. Winona and Charlotte could only hurry after them. Inside the phlebotomy room, a nurse was already swabbing Henrietta's arm with alcohol. It was only then that Henrietta suddenly spoke. 'I don't consent!' She immediately stood up, pulled the tourniquet from her arm, and rolled down her sleeve. The doctor was baffled. 'Ms. Sargent!' Leon pleaded desperately. Artina was calling her name as well. Henrietta looked at the doctor. 'If your hospital doesn't have the blood, then get it from another hospital!' The doctor grew angry. 'We can't get any! Why do you think we're asking you? What is wrong with you? This is a matter of life and death, are you just going to let him die?' Henrietta composed herself. 'Winona, give me my phone.' Winona handed it over, and Henrietta immediately called Jethro Nash. She quickly and clearly explained the situation. 'Can you source the blood?' she asked. 'Henrietta, don't worry,' Jethro said. 'Let me make a call. I'll call you back in one minute.' Henrietta finally breathed a sigh of relief. She knew Jethro would have a solution. Sure enough, a minute later, her phone rang. She answered immediately. 'I've arranged it,' Jethro said. 'Don't worry, Henrietta, it will get there in time.' The problem was solved. 'Okay, thank you,' Henrietta said. 'Don't be a stranger, Henrietta. Do you need me to come over? Where's... Yosef?' Henrietta took a deep breath. 'You probably don't need to come. Yosef... is out of the country.' There was a brief silence on the other end. 'Oh, alright. I see. In that case, I'll come over to check on things. Wait for me, Henrietta.' With something like this happening while Yosef was away, Henrietta was just one woman alone. He felt he should be there. Jethro hung up after saying his piece. 'What's happening?' Charlotte asked. 'It's handled,' Henrietta replied. 'The blood is on its way.' She turned to the doctor. 'Someone is arranging a blood transfer. It will arrive in time.' But the doctor was still fuming. 'We could save him right now with your blood! A transfer will take time! What if there's an accident? What if there's traffic? I'm telling you, you should be a little more compassionate. Whatever personal issues you have can wait. Saving a life is what's important!' The doctor was getting quite agitated. Leon dropped to his knees again, practically bowing his head to the floor as he begged, 'Ms. Sargent, we can't risk that chance!' Of course. If Matteo died, the Coleman family... would have nothing left to hope for. Their entire future was riding on him. Even Artina chimed in, 'Ms. Sargent, can you really be this cold-hearted?' Henrietta remained granite, her expression void of even a flicker of sympathy. “My blood is my own. No means no. Don't try to guilt-trip me. This is my right. Is there a law that says I have to save him? There are countless people in this world who need saving. Not even a god can save them all, so what makes you think I can?”