Chapter 311: Chapter 311: Don’t Blame Her for Being Ruthless
Hospital, in the deluxe ward.
Heather Donovan stared at Summer Monroe on the bed with an oxygen mask, her face expressionless, her eyes staring blankly.
The phone suddenly rang, Heather Donovan jolted and hurried to look.
"Hello, Harrison Grant!" Heather Donovan was excited, "How is it?! Did Evelyn Clayton, that little bitch, agree?! When can I get the blood?"
The breathing on the other end of the phone gradually became heavier.
After a long pause, Harrison Grant’s gloomy voice rang out, sending chills down her spine: "Evelyn Clayton has found out. Heather Donovan, you and Summer Monroe, abandon hope!"
Heather Donovan’s pupils widened suddenly, clutching the phone as if it was her lifeline.
"You, you need to find a way! Are you just going to watch Summer die?!"
Harrison Grant said nothing, Heather Donovan was at the brink of panic: "Harrison Grant, do you really want me to go down with you, revealing all your dirty secrets?!"
"Try me!" Harrison Grant snapped angrily, frightening Heather Donovan so much she nearly dropped the phone.
Harrison Grant’s tone was icily cold: "Heather Donovan, I’m warning you for the last time, if you dare to spread nonsense, I will tell The Ford Family every single dirty deed Summer Monroe has done! You might not know, but Violet Ford, the eldest of The Ford Family, will be returning home soon..."
"If Violet Ford knows about that incident, do you think she will spare you and Summer Monroe?"
With that, Harrison Grant slammed the phone down.
Heather Donovan froze in place, her face drained of color.
It’s over, completely over...
But at that moment, the heart rate monitor by the bedside suddenly started beeping.
Heather Donovan turned around in shock.
She saw the heart rate line on the monitor begin to fluctuate wildly, showing signs of decline.
Heather Donovan was terrified to the extreme, rushing out of the ward: "Doctor, doctor!!!"
She screamed, her voice echoing throughout the building.
The attending physician arrived, shutting Heather Donovan outside the ward.
Seeing the ward filled with doctors, Heather Donovan couldn’t stop her tears, sliding down the wall to sit weakly on the floor.
If Summer dies...
Then everything is over!
After some time, the door to the ward finally opened again.
The attending physician came out exhausted, soaked with sweat.
Heather Donovan rushed to the doctor, "Doctor, how is my daughter?! How is she!!"
"She is out of life-threatening danger," the doctor said, removing the mask and slightly panting, "The situation was critical, any delay could have resulted in the patient’s death. The heart rate fluctuation this time was mainly due to inadequate blood supply. You must quickly find a blood source, the patient’s blood type is rare, can’t afford negligence."
Heather Donovan’s face seemed to age ten years, "Alright, thank you, doctor."
The doctor waved his hand, indicating it was his duty, and after a few more precautionary advices, he left.
Heather Donovan stood for a long time before she gathered the courage to enter the ward to see Summer Monroe.
Summer Monroe on the bed had a face white as paper, her breathing weak, as if lingering on the brink of death.
Heather gritted her teeth, the harshness flashing in her eyes.
She took out the phone and dialed Soren Foster’s number.
"Soren Foster, go and keep a constant watch on Evelyn Clayton! Wait for my orders!"
Soren Foster, who had been searching for a blood source, agreed immediately upon receiving the call.
After hanging up, a sinister glint appeared in Heather Donovan’s eyes.
Evelyn Clayton is so heartless, then don’t blame her for being ruthless...
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