Liang Anya noticed it and was a bit nervous, glancing at the doctor: "Is there a problem, doctor?"

The doctor responsible for Xiaoxiao’s blood and urine tests said: "Are you Liang Xiaoxiao’s mother?"

Liang Anya grew more anxious: "Yes, doctor. Is there something wrong with Xiaoxiao? It’s just a common cold, right?"

"Yes, it is a cold, but a baby’s cold is different from that of adults. It’s easy for it to develop into pneumonia. Liang Xiaoxiao’s lungs currently have mild inflammation. If infant pneumonia becomes severe, it can lead to jaundice or anemia, which would require a blood transfusion. To be safe, we suggest that the child’s parents get a blood test to match with the child’s blood type. In case Liang Xiaoxiao’s condition worsens, the hospital can quickly proceed with a transfusion and treatment."

Liang Anya hurriedly said: "Okay, I’ll go for a blood test now."

The doctor nodded and asked a nurse to take Liang Anya for the blood test.

Ten minutes later, Liang Anya returned with her sleeve rolled up, pressing a cotton swab to her elbow.

"Anya," Liang Tao saw his daughter’s tense face and reassured her: "Don’t worry, Xiaoxiao will be fine. Didn’t the doctor say it’s just a precaution, part of the hospital’s procedures? Babies often get colds like this."

"Yes, Xiaoxiao is in good spirits."

Si Yuheng sat on the other side of the ward’s sofa. Though he didn’t speak, his gaze was fixed on Liang Anya.

Liang Anya listened to her father and brother’s reassurance, yet she didn’t relax much. She couldn’t concern herself with Si Yuheng still being there, and she sat uneasily by the bedside.

After a while, the blood test results came out.

The nurse came in holding the test sheet, looked up: "Liang Anya?"

"Yes, I am," Liang Anya stood up.

"The child has AB Rh-negative blood, and your blood type doesn’t match, so you won’t be able to donate blood. Did Liang Xiaoxiao’s father come? He should also have a test."

Liang Anya felt a tightness in her heart.

Liang Tao explained: "Nurse, I am the child’s grandfather, and the child’s uncle is here too. Let’s see if we can match."

"Rh-negative blood is a rare type. If even the child’s mother doesn’t match, then other relatives are unlikely to match either. Generally, only the child’s father might match. Is the child’s father not here?" The nurse skeptically looked around the ward.

Liang Anya was silent.

Liang Tao glanced at his daughter and told the nurse: "No, the child doesn’t have a father."

Si Yuheng shot a glance at the silent woman, a cold smile creeping onto his lips. Wasn’t it said that Xiaoxiao was Jiang Pinhao’s child? Now watch as this woman’s self-made lies unravel one by one.

At this moment, Liang Anya was clearly not concerned about her lies being exposed: "Nurse, what should we do now?"

"Without a father, and the mother’s blood type doesn’t match, we can only try to mobilize the city’s blood bank to see if there is any AB Rh-negative blood available, and prepare in advance."

"AB Rh-negative blood... it’s hard to find, isn’t it?"

"Yes, AB Rh-negative blood is more common abroad, but rare among Chinese, probably less than 0.1%. ...However, we will do our best," the nurse said, then hurried away.

More common abroad... Liang Anya glanced at Si Yuheng unbeknownst to herself.

So Xiaoxiao is quite likely to share the same blood type as this person from A Country.

This blood type is under 0.1% domestically; the probability is too small! It’s basically impossible within a short time.

If Xiaoxiao really needs a blood transfusion, how could it arrive in time?

Liang Tao and Liang Jue, who had earlier been comforting Liang Anya, were also worried now.

Now all that could be done was to hope that Xiaoxiao would be blessed and the pneumonia wouldn’t worsen, recovering quickly!

"I know someone in this city’s health system from a business dinner, I’ll call and ask if they can help us get some AB Rh-negative blood," Liang Jue picked up the phone and left the ward.

"Anya, it’s okay," Liang Tao went over and patted his daughter’s shoulder.

"Dad..." Liang Anya suddenly spoke, "I’m a bit hungry."

Liang Tao was stunned, realizing his daughter hadn’t eaten since midnight the previous day, and hurriedly said: "Dad will buy you something to eat."

He glanced at the silent man sitting in the corner of the sofa: "Then, please ask REX to look after them, mother and daughter, for me." With that, he left.

Once the door shut, the ward fell into a deathly silence, apart from Xiaoxiao’s gentle, even breaths.

"Sending your dad away just to have a staring contest with me? Say whatever you have to." Si Yuheng teased.

Liang Anya stared fixedly at him: "You know what I mean. Xiaoxiao needs a blood source as a backup. Please go for a blood test right away and, if necessary, help with a transfusion."

The words were humiliating beyond measure.

She always thought that even if Xiaoxiao didn’t have a father, she could still raise Xiaoxiao well on her own.

But a simple relationship of bloodlines easily defeated her!

What Xiaoxiao needs the most right now, she can’t provide!

It seems only this man can provide it!

Si Yuheng’s gaze was as sharp as an arrow through the chest, capable of piercing the heart, mocking: "Are you admitting that Xiaoxiao is my daughter then?"

Her lips pressed tightly, despite begging him to get tested, insisting on maintaining the final shred of dignity.

Had she managed to leave with her daughter only to revert to helplessly accepting that Xiaoxiao had an unavoidable connection to him?

Still refusing to verbally admit it? His face darkened!

"I can’t think of any reason why I’d waste my precious blood on a baby that has nothing to do with me." He inserted his hands into his trouser pockets, stretched his long legs, and headed for the door.

"Si Yuheng!" She grew urgent, rebuking him: "Are you really that heartless?!"

The lazy, teasing voice followed once behind: "You could call your husband, the child’s father."

Seeing the man open the ward’s door, about to step out, she finally blurted out: "Weren’t you always concerned about this child? Saying she’s your heir? Now she’s ill, needs a blood source, and you’re not going to care?"

He stopped, his back slowly turned around, his thin lips curling in a victorious smile, and walked step by step towards her: "So, Xiaoxiao is my daughter, right?"

She clenched her fist, half-closed her eyes, and nodded reluctantly.

His brow moved, his tone intensified: "What are lips for? Speak!" Is admitting it really that difficult?

She restrained the urge to strangle him, whispered almost like a mosquito: "Yes."

He remained unsatisfied, raised his hand, firmly grasped her chin, and rotated his rough fingertips on her skin, caressing: "I want you to say word for word what I want to hear."

"...Xiaoxiao is your daughter, your biological daughter." Her throat rolled with melancholy, and in her heart, she cursed this man thousands of times.