He turned his head to look at Lucy Rhodes: "What the hell happened? Didn’t I tell you to watch them carefully?"
Lucy Rhodes was still so scared her voice was trembling, "A lunatic ca for revenge on society, running into the zoo with a knife slashing innocent people. The housekeeper got hurt saving us and is getting stitches, and Fries got a cut on the arm protecting Julian. He’s had dicine put on it, it’ll be fine in a couple days.
Bro, I didn’t protect them well enough, you can scold ."
As soon as she finished, tears rolled down her cheeks.
The scene just now still terrified her every ti she thought of it.
Silas just wanted to say a few harsh words to her, but Chloe Nash stopped him.
"Don’t bla her. She was scared out of her mind—no one could have expected this."
Albie Kane also pleaded for her: "Miss Rhodes was already struggling with two kids, even if sothing did happen, we wouldn’t bla her."
Seeing them all speak up for her, Lucy Rhodes was moved to tears.
Right then, the doctor called out again at the ergency room door.
"Is Forrest Kerr’s guardian here? This surgery is dangerous, we need you to sign a critical condition notice."
Soone in the crowd said, "His parents are both hurt too, they’re being rescued as well."
Only then did Chloe Nash realize that the kid inside just shared a na with Fries, but written differently.
Chloe Nash imdiately let go of Fries and said to Albie Kane, "Take care of him, I’m going to see what’s going on."
She hurried over to the doctor and asked, "Excuse , what blood type does the child inside need?"
"RH negative."
"That’s my blood type, I can donate."
"But the surgery needs at least 800cc, you probably can’t do it alone."
"I’m fine, saving him is the most important."
Just as Chloe Nash rolled up her sleeve to go with the doctor, a pair of strong arms pulled her tightly into an embrace.
Silas said in a deep voice, "Chloe, you can’t donate blood, you have thalassemia."
Only then did Chloe rember—she had thalassemia. Even if she was okay after donating, it wouldn’t be good for the recipient."
But she was a doctor—and a mother.
She didn’t want to give up on such a young life.
Chloe’s gaze suddenly turned to Silas; he was also this blood type.
She really wanted to tell him to donate for the little boy.
But if she did that, Silas would definitely suspect sothing.
He already knew that Fries wasn’t her son.
If she exposed one more thing to him, the consequences were unimaginable.
Chloe listened to the doctor calling anxiously again and cold sweat broke out on her forehead in worry.
She helped the doctor plead with the families: "Is anyone here RH negative? The child urgently needs a transfusion, if anyone can help, please do. We’re all parents—saving a child is like saving your own."
As soon as she finished speaking, Silas’s voice sounded in her ear.
"Chloe, why didn’t you ask ? What are you afraid of?"
Chloe felt like Silas’s eyes could see right through her.
Her fingers trembled nervously, but she deliberately feigned surprise: "Mr. Prescott, you’re RH negative too? That’s great, thank you! We still need one more."
But even after several more tries, no one else stepped forward.
Seeing how anxious she was, Silas smiled and said, "I can do it by myself."
"The maximum amount for one person at a ti is 400cc, donating 800cc at once isn’t good for your body."
Silas looked at her intensely: "It’s fine. When Sienna was hurt, I gave her 800cc too. I was fine, wasn’t I?"
Hearing that, Chloe was stunned.
Back when she was in ninth grade and had a car accident, she knew it was Silas who donated blood to her.
That’s also when she learned the two of them had the sa blood type.
It’s just that back then, Silas lied and said he’d only given 200cc.
Chloe stared into Silas’s eyes, her fingers clenching tighter and tighter.
Even her voice was hoarse: "It’s too dangerous to do that."
Silas didn’t care: "To save her, I’d die if I had to. Giving so blood is nothing."
Hearing this, Chloe’s eyes grew misty.
She imdiately looked away so Silas wouldn’t see her eyes.
She said, "If you can do it, I’ll take you for the blood draw."
The two of them went with the nurse to confirm their blood type, then were taken separately to donate blood.
When Silas ca out, his face was pale.
He was a little unsteady on his feet.
Chloe Nash frowned: "Mr. Prescott, are you okay?"
Silas shook his head: "I’m fine."
But his steps were faltering.
Chloe was so scared she rushed to support him onto a chair: "Wait here, I’ll get Albie Kane to send you ho."
But before she could move, Silas grabbed her wrist all of a sudden.
His usually deep eyes were unbelievably gentle as he looked at her.
And his voice was even more hoarse and low than usual.
"Dr. Nash, I think I’m a little dizzy."
With that, he collapsed right into Chloe’s arms.
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