Valerie and Pedro's faces suddenly blanched. Eyes widened, they stared at the nurse and said, "What did you say? Her blood type doesn't match ours?"
For a moment, the nurse was unsure. She looked at them and said, "Don't worry. Maybe it's the hospital's mistake. Anyhow, who here has type B blood? The blood bank is running low on it. We'll need 200 cc of blood."
Hendrix looked at the nurse and said, "Use mine!"
The nurse brought Hendrix to take his blood. Valerie looked at Pedro, her mind a scattered mess. She muttered to herself, "The DNA result states that she's my daughter. So, how could this be?"
Pedro frowned but didn't speak. He paused before saying, "Don't worry. It might have been the hospital's mistake."
Valerie nodded repeatedly, her face was already a little flushed. Over and over again, she said, "Andrea is our daughter. I couldn't have made a mistake."
Andrea was their daughter who they had been searching high and low for. If she was not Valerie's biological daughter, then where was her biological daughter?
She had committed a great deal of evil things for Andrea's sake. Thus, it would be a shame if she found out that Andrea was not her biological child in the end.
Hendrix returned soon after. He saw that I was still sitting in the chair, motionless. He walked over, took me into his arms, and said, "It's alright. The doctor said that there are no life- threatening injuries, everything will be okay."
These words were said clearly to comfort me. I pursed my lips and gave no response.
Half an hour later, both Josiah and Austin arrived. It seemed they had gathered what had happened.
Austin looked at me, and his gaze was a little dreary. But since Hendrix was there, he only glanced at me and didn't say anything.
Josiah looked at Hendrix with raised brows. "The surgery is going to take a while. Care for a smoke?"
Hendrix looked up at him. After nodding, the two of them stood up and walked up the stairs.
Valerie and Pedro had been in the blood testing center for a while now.
Austin looked at me, his face blank and void of emotions. "You may need to fix this with your life now. Any thoughts of what you want to do from here on out?"
I looked up at him, my gaze leaking icy mist. "I thought you liked her, but now it looks to be otherwise. She's still fighting for her life, yet you're already cursing me over her death."
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