Chapter 4

But before I could react, she suddenly clutched her stomach and cried out softly.

Urgent footsteps approached from far to near.

Dylan's trembling hands supported Claire.

"What's wrong?"

"Dylan, my stomach hurts so much..."

The next second, Dylan's sharp gaze shot toward me, anger surging within.

"If anything happens to Claire and the baby, I definitely won't let you off."

He steadily lifted Claire into his arms. Before leaving, he didn't forget to order someone to bring me along.

"If anything goes wrong, you need to be ready to donate at any time!"

The car sped toward the hospital.

I rested my head against the window, Dylan's tireless comforting of Claire filling my ears.

Claire clutched Dylan's clothes tightly, her voice full of panic.

"Dylan, do you think our baby will be okay?"

Dylan held her tightly in his arms, then raised his hand and slapped me.

"Didn't I warn you to stay away from Claire? Why did you provoke her again?"

I lifted my eyelids but didn't argue.

Whatever I said, he wouldn't believe me anyway.

Dylan's words continued.

As the car stopped, doctors who had been waiting rushed over.

I stood outside the crowd, watching coldly.

Claire turned to look at me, then fearfully turned back.

"Dylan, I'm so scared."

"Childbirth can cause massive hemorrhaging. What if there's not enough blood in the blood bank?"

Dylan gripped her hand tightly, following her gaze to me.

I sensed something and tensed.

"She has the same blood type as Claire."

"Take her to draw blood!"

I backed away in fear, flailing my arms wildly, but was immediately restrained.

"Let me go!"

I struggled desperately, but was still pinned firmly in the chair.

The needle pierced my arm. Crimson blood flowed from my body.

"We've already drawn 500cc, Mr. Carter. Should we continue?"

Dylan glanced at me coldly, his voice ice-cold and merciless.

"Continue."

Then he simply turned and left.

I felt the vitality draining from my body, warmth slowly dissipating.

The nurse's pitying voice reached my ears.

"If we keep drawing, she'll die, won't she?"

"Sigh, so young. Poor thing."

I felt my whole body begin to shake uncontrollably. Then my consciousness plunged completely into darkness.

The operating room light stayed on.

An irrepressible panic kept rising in Dylan's heart. He felt something had slipped beyond his control.

He attributed this emotion to worry for Claire.

Medical staff went in and out, making him even more irritable.

After who knows how long, the operating room light finally went out.

The doctor brought the baby out.

"Mother and child are safe. It's a boy."

Dylan carefully took the baby, finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.

He suddenly remembered Renee's existence.

"Go bring Renee here."

But before long, his subordinate ran over in panic, holding a phone.

"This is bad. Miss Rivers is gone."

"Her phone was on the hospital room floor."

Dylan took the phone. Just then, a text message popped up.

[Forced matching has taken effect. Your marital status has been updated. Congratulations on your marriage!]

But before Dylan could read the message clearly, Claire was wheeled out by a nurse.