He Got Engaged to His First Love On the Day I Died-Chapter 37: Drain All Her Blood

Old Master Grant’s condition worsened.

He was rushed to the hospital again.

The doctor issued a critical condition notice.

Besides the Grant family, who had gathered once again, Felix Finch and Sean Lane were also there.

"I’m going in to see Grandfather."

Theodore Grant walked into the hospital room.

The old master was in a very bad state. At ninety years old and ravaged by serious illness, he wanted release more than anyone.

"Theodore," he weakly beckoned to his grandson.

Theodore Grant went over and took the old master’s hand. "Grandfather, don’t be afraid. I’ll do everything in my power to save you."

The old man shook his head. "Don’t save me anymore."

"No, I will save you, no matter what it takes." His eyes stung, and he stubbornly held back his tears. "I don’t want to lose you."

"Listen to me, Theodore. After I’m gone, you will take charge of the Grant Group. It cannot fall into an outsider’s hands. That illegitimate son... originally..." The old master coughed twice, catching his breath. "...Originally, I wanted to have him officially recognized by the family, but I see your father is also a scoundrel... COUGH COUGH."

"Grandfather, let’s not talk about this right now. You just rest. I’ll have someone prepare the blood immediately."

"Theo... Theodore..." The old master was coughing violently.

Theodore Grant turned and ran out of the room.

Lucas Grant looked at his son’s expression and guessed the truth. "Your grandfather... is he about to...?"

"Whether he makes it or not is up to me." His anxious gaze found the woman standing quietly in a corner. He strode over and grabbed her arm. "Come with me to give blood."

"Let go of me, Theodore Grant!" Natalie Morgan stumbled as he dragged her. "Let go!"

He dragged her to the door of the blood collection room and leaned in close. "Grandfather is on the verge of death. You have to give this blood."

"Theodore Grant." She looked at him in despair, her body growing cold. "If I give blood, I’ll die."

An indecipherable darkness clouded his ink-black eyes.

"Grandfather... can’t wait."

Natalie Morgan gave a bitter smile. "In that case, I have a demand."

His brow furrowed, his displeasure obvious. "Are you trying to exploit the situation? What right do you have to make demands? Natalie Morgan, I’m warning you, now is not the time to provoke me."

"Release Thomas Morgan immediately. You already promised me."

She wasn’t making an unreasonable demand.

She was merely shortening the timeline.

She didn’t know if she would die in that blood collection room.

The man put his hands on his hips, paced in two small circles, and agreed through gritted teeth. "Fine. I can have Thomas Morgan released immediately. You’d better not try to pull any tricks."

"I’m here with you. What tricks could I pull?" She called Serena Sutton and told her to go to Unity Hospital. "Theodore Grant, Claire has already gone to the hospital. As soon as she picks him up, I’ll go in with you to give blood."

A muscle in the man’s jaw twitched.

The light cast his profile in shadow, making him look sinister.

"Release him." He finally made the call.

After Serena Sutton picked up Thomas Morgan, she called Natalie Morgan back. Natalie murmured a quiet "Okay" and hung up.

A nurse came to get Natalie Morgan for the blood draw.

She followed her.

The doctor, holding a form, asked Theodore Grant, "Mr. Grant, how much should we draw?"

"All of it." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

His ice-cold voice came from behind Natalie Morgan, every word landing in her ears.

’All of it?’

Her body trembled violently.

Felix Finch stared at the man in disbelief, shocked. "If you do that, she’ll really die!"

"As long as it saves Grandfather."

Felix Finch couldn’t understand how Theodore Grant could say something so utterly devoid of conscience.

’This is a person’s life. No one has the right to take another’s life away.’

The woman, not far away, forced a bitter smile as a tear slid silently from the corner of her eye.

Three cold needles pierced her blood vessels.

The machine started to whir, and she slowly closed her eyes.

Outside the door, a vein bulged on Felix Finch’s temple. He grabbed Theodore Grant by the collar and roared, "Do you have any idea what you’re doing? The only thing that can truly save the old master are the antibodies in Natalie Morgan’s body! Even if you drain all of her blood, the antibody count will be nowhere near the concentration needed to save him. Even if he’s revived, he won’t live for long. Don’t you understand that?"

"Then you tell me how to save Grandfather!" Theodore Grant seized Felix’s wrist and shoved him away forcefully. "Grandfather is about to die! What other choice do I have?"

"Does he have to be saved? Did you even ask what the old master wants? Does he really want to live on in agony? He’s ninety years old! Do you really think he’d want to trade the life of his twenty-something-year-old granddaughter-in-law for his own?"

Felix Finch shook his head in anguish.

He never imagined that the friend he’d grown up with could be so iron-hearted and ruthless.

The barrage of questions left Theodore Grant unable to answer.

He turned his face away and said coldly, "Grandfather wouldn’t want to die."

’So Natalie Morgan should die instead?’

Felix Finch was utterly disappointed.

He couldn’t bear to stay and witness it any longer. He turned and left.

Inside the blood collection room, the machine was already running.

As her blood was continuously drawn, Natalie Morgan’s head grew foggier and foggier.

She watched the crimson liquid flow through three thick tubes, her eyelids heavy with weakness.

When they were about halfway done,

Natalie Morgan was on the verge of collapse.

Her heart rate dropped to 30 beats per minute, at times even as low as 20.

Seeing that her life was in danger, the doctor didn’t dare draw any more. He ran out to find Theodore Grant. "She’s... very weak. If she dies, our hospital can’t bear the responsibility. Let’s transfuse this portion of blood to the old master first. It should still have some effect."

Theodore Grant didn’t speak, his face taut.

After speaking, the doctor returned to the collection room.

Soon, Natalie Morgan was wheeled out.

She was unconscious, her face a deathly pale.

He watched her with cold indifference as she was wheeled past him, his fingertips tightening unconsciously.

Lucas Grant walked over, somewhat displeased. "Why did they only take half? How is that enough? Your grandfather’s condition requires a full-body blood exchange to maintain his vital signs."

"Are you trying to turn a medical treatment into a criminal case?" Theodore Grant retorted coldly.

Lucas Grant’s face turned ugly at being contradicted by his son. "Why are you yelling at me? I’m just trying to keep your grandfather alive! When are you going to learn from Sean and show me a little respect?"

"You have the nerve to mention that illegitimate son?" He decided to make himself perfectly clear. "Even if Grandfather passes away, as long as I am in this family, don’t even think about getting him into the family registry. Not unless you outlive me."

"You..." Lucas Grant’s finger trembled as he pointed at him. "...You’ll be the death of me."

Just as Lucas Grant left,

Sean Lane strolled over, hands in his pockets, a contemptuous smile playing on his lips.

"When it comes to ruthlessness, you really take the cake. You can even do this to your own wife. I’m almost tempted to give you a round of applause."