Chapter 141: Chapter 141: Is This Deal Worth It?
Evelyn let out a cold sneer, "Mrs. Lockwood, after ten months of pregnancy and enduring over twenty years of hardship, I’ve paid my dues. If you have nothing else, please leave. I’m tired and need to rest."
The look in Philip Lockwood’s eyes made Evelyn sick.
"You ungrateful child! It’s just regular blood extractions, what impact could that possibly have on you? It’s for shares in The Grant Group."
Whenever money was mentioned, the man acted as if he was on drugs, excited and greedy.
"Ha." Evelyn’s eyes were icy, "If you think it’s no big deal, why don’t you try it? If not, shut up."
Evelyn was the one giving blood, so of course, he didn’t feel the pain.
"What are you saying? Your father and I are doing this for your own good..."
Charlotte Sterling raised her voice, stormed in front of Evelyn full of anger, and lifted her hand to slap her.
"I’ll say it again, my father is dead."
Even in her weakened state, Evelyn reached out and firmly grasped her wrist.
Mother and daughter stood in a deadlock, unable to budge.
"Charlotte Sterling! What kind of nonsense has this man fed you? He wants your daughter’s blood now; who knows, one day he might want your life too. Would you hand it over with both hands then?"
With that, Evelyn pushed with all her strength.
Charlotte Sterling fell to the ground, nearly hitting a table corner.
"Oh, you ungrateful girl, unwilling to make such a small sacrifice for the family. I might as well not have given birth to you; might as well send you to your death now."
After saying this, she crawled up from the floor like a madwoman, attacking Evelyn with her hands.
Evelyn’s gaze turned cold, her heart even colder.
Dodging the attacks of two maniacs, she slipped into the bathroom, locked the door, and pulled out her phone to call the security service downstairs.
"Yes, come immediately, a man and a woman, my personal safety is under threat."
Within minutes, several security guards burst in, dragging Charlotte Sterling and Philip Lockwood out.
The room returned to its quiet state, and Evelyn let out a long sigh.
She stood in front of the mirror, looking at her pale face, eyes deeply somber.
Having just had a large blood transfusion, she felt dizzy and wanted to go back to her room to sleep for a while.
Suddenly, her phone chimed with a notification.
Wearily, Evelyn glanced at it, seeing a long string of numbers on the screen.
When it came to giving money, Harrison Grant was indeed generous.
Returning to her room, she was starving and flipped through her contacts.
From start to finish...
She hesitated briefly on James Grant’s name but ultimately called Yara Reagan.
"Yara, I’m not feeling well. Could you bring me something to eat?"
Hearing Evelyn’s weak voice, Yara’s face was full of concern.
"What’s wrong? Where are you? I’m coming over now."
They exchanged a few simple words, and Evelyn felt her vision go black.
When she awoke again, the first thing she noticed was the smell of food.
She slowly opened her eyes to see Yara sitting at her bedside, full of worry.
"Evelyn, what’s wrong? I’ve been calling, but you wouldn’t wake up. Why are you so weak?"
Saying this, she brought a bowl of chicken soup to Evelyn’s face, and the warmth of the soup brought her back to life.
"Five hundred milliliters of blood, three hundred milliliters of plasma, and I’m still standing, which proves my body is not too bad, don’t you think?"
She forced a smile, but with her pale face, it was a harsh sight.
"Evelyn, are you crazy?" Yara’s pretty face was a mix of shock and heartache, "How can a normal person donate blood so excessively? It’s life-threatening."
"Harrison Grant’s illness relapsed, and it’s severe. Only my blood type matches and can save him. He even said I need to regularly supply him with blood in the future. Is a 3% share worth it as compensation?"
When Evelyn said these words, her tone was calm, as if the thick needle extracting blood wasn’t piercing her body.