When Two Winters Met (Henrietta and Yosef) novel Chapter 317

“Oh, I get it… promoting him makes you money,” Artina continued, her tone turning cynical. “But if you don’t save him now, if he actually dies… you won’t be making any more money off him! So what is the real reason?”

Gazing at Artina, Henrietta could see this wasn't an act. The woman was genuinely consumed by anxiety.

“I’m not willing, and that’s that. There is no why,” Henrietta stated flatly. “Besides, am I obligated to explain myself to you?”

“You!” Artina was speechless. She stomped her foot in frustration, the tears falling faster, but she was at a loss for words.

Leon, sweating despite the cool air of the hospital, chimed in. “Ms. Sargent, Artina’s right. If you give Matteo a transfusion now, he’ll be out of danger and can keep making money for the agency. He’s… he’s our only A-list actor! And so young! If something happened to him, the loss would be… incalculable!”

“He could make money for the company for at least another twenty years, Ms. Sargent!” Leon pleaded, his voice strained, as if he would give his own blood if only their types matched.

Henrietta, bothered by their incessant noise, frowned. “The blood will be here any minute. What are you screaming about?”

“But what if it doesn’t?” Leon pressed. “What if there’s an accident or a delay?”

Her response was devoid of any emotion. “And what would that have to do with me?”

The words nearly made Leon faint from sheer anger. Henrietta continued, “I called in a favor to get blood rerouted here. I’ve already done more than enough.”

Her cold-blooded logic was enough to send them into a blind, choking rage. But what could they do? It was her body, her blood. If she refused to give it, their hands were tied.

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