True Love Waits novel Chapter 1474

Tears welled up in Erma's eyes. It was not because of the pain, but because she could clearly feel the man's feelings for her at this moment. She finally understood how much he really loved her.

The newborn baby emerged into the world as a beautiful girl.

Although it had been quite some time after the baby was taken out of the operating room, there was still no news of Erma.

Suddenly, the doctor rushed out of the operating room looking for Stan. "Mr. He, I'm afraid your wife has lost a lot of blood. We need to get her a blood transfusion as soon as possible. There isn't enough of her blood type in the blood bank. Can you find someone with blood type B..."

Without hesitation, Stan answered, "Doctor, I have the same blood type. Take as much blood as you need!"

"We must get to it at once!"

The doctor advised him to donate 300 milliliters first. If required, they would look for someone else with the same blood type.

Stan, however, refused.

That day, disregarding the doctor's dissuasion, he donated a total of 500 milliliters of blood and gave it to Erma.

A day later, Erma woke up.

When she opened her eyes to Stan's pale white face, she got worried. Instead of telling her the truth, he came up with an excuse of not being able to rest well enough the night before.

On the day Erma was to be discharged from the hospital, she overheard one of the nurses say, "It's clear how Mr. He feels about his wife. He gave her 500 milliliters of his own blood, without hesitation, after she suffered a massive hemorrhage from childbirth."

"500 milliliters? Oh my God, is Mr. He okay?"

"He's okay. Everything is fine except that he doesn't look very well. We tried to convince him to allow our colleagues to donate blood for his wife, but he didn't agree."

"What else could it mean? He obviously loves her too much! I am so envious of his wife."

Erma's lips trembled as she stood at the corner, secretly listening to the nurses. As it turned out, the reason why Stan's face was so pale was because he had donated blood for her.

The normal amount of a person's blood transfusion each time was 200 milliliters, no more than 400 milliliters. Stan, however, gave her five hundred milliliters.

When Stan found her in the room, he saw Erma staring out the window with a blank expression on her face.

The man came over and gently put his arm around her shoulder. "Hey you, what are you doing here? It's time for us to go home," he said in a soft voice.

She looked up at him, eyes glistening, and nodded her head. "Okay."

Since Stan's car couldn't accommodate too many people, his parents and the newborn baby girl sat in another car.

When they came out of the in-patient department, Stan's car was parked at the entrance of the hospital. At the back of the car was a printed label that read—"Property of Erma Huo".

She chuckled, while failing to contain her tears at the same time.

Stan assumed the worst when he noticed tears in her eyes and he quickly rushed to her. "Hey, what's wrong? Do you feel uncomfortable?"

Shaking her head, Erma sniffled back some tears and said, "I'm okay. Let's just go home."

Although Stan had sensed that something was off, the entrance of the in-patient department was hardly the right place to talk about private matters. He took her hand and helped her into the passenger seat before he sat himself behind the steering wheel. He decided to leave the questioning until they had reached home.

The young couple's home was a three-story villa. When they arrived, it was as if they had breathed new life into the place. Stan's parents and his grandpa were already there waiting for them. There were about five or six servants standing behind them, also eagerly waiting to see them.

Stan's mother held Erma's hand and led her inside, concerned as she spoke. "Erma, come in. I don't want you to catch a cold."

"Yes, Mom. Thanks." Erma followed her to the living room.

Stan's grandpa had a radiant glow on his face, mostly because he was able to hold and see his great-grandchild in his lifetime. "Erma, the gem of our family, sit and get some rest."

Stan's father held his granddaughter in his arms; he didn't want to let her go. His serious face was finally showing hints of joy. "How about going upstairs and lying down, Erma?"