Mrs. Sinclair set aside her usual pride and rushed over, anxiously staring at the nurse's face and asked, "I've arrived. How's my son?"
"Good that you're here." The nurse sighed in relief, then urgently said, "The patient's condition isn't good, his vein bleeding hasn't stopped, and now there's heavy bleeding. Since you're the patient's family, your blood type should match his, right? Quick, come with me to draw blood. Otherwise, the patient will be in life-threatening danger."
The words "life-threatening danger" made Mrs. Sinclair's face turn pale, her legs weakened, and she almost collapsed. Fortunately, her servant reacted quickly to support her, nervously asking, "Madam, madam, what's wrong? Are you okay?"
Mrs. Sinclair's face was as white as paper. Her first reaction wasn't to follow the nurse to donate blood. Instead, she pushed away the servant's hand, gritted her teeth, and with a face full of anger and hatred, walked toward Olivia Lewis.
"You scourge!"
