The Ceo’s Convict Wife

Chapter 1268

The two nurses were momentarily stunned, then regained their composure. “You have B-type blood?” “Yes,” Riley confirmed.

“Then come with us. But before donating, you'll need to undergo blood tests,” one of the nurses said. Riley nodded in understanding.

When Riley followed one of the nurses to the blood-drawing station, there were already some doctors and nurses inside. A few of them were holding cotton balls, pressing them against their arms, indicating they had just given blood.

Riley rolled up the sleeve of her left arm, revealing her forearm, while her right hand was still wearing a glove.

Because of the absence of a finger on her right hand, Riley had unconsciously developed the habit of wearing gloves these days.

Warm blood was drawn from her arm through a tube, and the results came out 15 minutes later.

Due to the child needing a complete blood transfusion during every seizure, the blood required was substantial. Three medical staff members present were also donating blood. Upon hearing that Riley was only passing by and decided to donate blood upon learning about the urgent need for the child, they couldn’t help but praise her.

“Fewer people like you exist these days.”

“If most people are willing to donate blood voluntarily, the blood bank wouldn't be in crisis every year.”

Riley smiled faintly, “Helping those in need feels good.”

If her blood could really save a child, she would consider her life, saved by Nicholas, to have a greater purpose Soon, the results of the tests were out, and Riley was arranged by the three nurses to start donating blood.

Watching her blood flow into the plastic blood bag through the transparent tube, Riley slowly closed her eyes, hoping that the child would be fine.

Achild so young needing a complete blood transfusion indicated a severe illness. Yet all she could do was this.

“Ms. Summer, if you feel uncomfortable in any way, please let us know. Due to the urgency of the situation, the amount of blood we'll be drawing today will be a bit more. We'll keep it within the normal range, but you might feel fatigued in the next few days,” a nurse said.

“Alright, | understand,” Riley replied. Blood continued to flow out of her body, and she felt a bit trance-like.

It was as if she had returned to that car accident, where Nicholas had shielded her with his body. The warm blood had dripped down Nicholas’s forehead and onto her face and body.

She feared she would never forget that feeling.

Riley didn’t know how much time had passed, but the blood donation was finally completed.

Anurse handed her an envelope. “This is some money from the patient’s father. He is very grateful for your help today.” “No need. | didn’t donate blood for a reward,” Riley declined politely.

“We certainly know that you didn’t donate blood for a reward, but this is the gratitude from the patient’s family. Moreover, after donating blood, you also need to buy some supplements to replenish your body. Even f regular blood donations, there are basic allowances,” the nurse said, placing the envelope beside Riley. “Just accept this envelope with peace mind.”

“How about you help me return it to the patient’s family?” Riley suggested.

“Well...” the nurse looked troubled, “If something has been given away, it’s unlikely to be taken back.”

“In that case, can you tell me where the patient's family is? | can return it to them myself,” Riley continued. “That might not be convenient. Without their consent, we can’t disclose their information,” the nurse explained. Riley fell silent.

Just then, another nurse collected the blood bag, and Riley faintly heard a voice coming from the adjacent room, “Hurry and take it to the 12th floor.”

“The 12th floor? Was the child in need of blood on the 12th floor?” Riley speculated in her mind.

After giving blood, she couldn’t leave immediately; she needed to rest on-site for 30 minutes. If there were no adverse reactions, only then could she leave.

After 30 minutes, Riley left the blood-drawing station with the envelope in her hand. In this hospital, there was only one building with 12 floors, which was the inpatient department.

Riley decided to go to the inpatient department and take the elevator to the 12th floor. She planned to inquire at the nurses’ station to see if she could find the patient's family and return the envelope to them.

However, as she approached the 12th floor and walked through the corridor, she bumped into Zephyr coming out of a doctor's Office.

He was accompanied by several doctors who seemed to be discussing something with him.

“Mr. Scott, this blood transfusion is just a temporary measure. It’s safest for the child to receive blood from their biological mother. The child’s body is most receptive to the biological mother’s blood,” a doctor explained.

Zephyr’s face turned cold. At the current rate, even if Harriet were to be released without charge, it would still take some time. At the fastest pace, it would take a month. If it took longer...

In that case, Hendrick might suffer even more.

Although he felt nothing for Harriet, even witnessing her miserable fate, he wouldn’t feel any pity. But for his only son, he did have feelings.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Somehow, every time he faced his son, something deep inside him would be touched.

So, he was willing to pay any price to save Hendrick. Even if Harriet was indeed guilty, he would make her innocent! Suddenly, Zephyr seemed to sense something and abruptly stopped, his gaze shifting towards Riley's direction. When he saw Riley's figure, his body stiffened.

Clearly, he hadn’t expected to encounter her in a place like this!

But then, his eyes fell on the red envelope she was holding, and he narrowed his eyes.

This envelope. he wasn’t mistaken, it should be the one he had sent to the four people who donated blood for Hendrick, as a token of appreciation.

He thought, “But now, why is Riley holding this envelope? Can it be...” Zephyr walked straight towards Riley, his eyes fixed on her. “What, are you donating blood today too?” he said.

Riley blinked, looked at the envelope, then back at Zephyr, recalling the words she had heard earlier. “Is the child who needed a blood transfusion today your child?”

“Yes, did you regret it? If you had known it was my child who needed a blood transfusion, you probably wouldn’t have volunteered to donate blood,” Zephyr said.

Earlier, he had heard from the doctors that someone who wasn’t affiliated with the hospital had overheard that the child needed B-type blood and had voluntarily decided to donate blood, not even knowing the child’s identity.