It was the dead of night when Claudia Ross had trouble entering dreamland, and the ringtone of her phone tore through the silence.
Disturbing someone’s sweet dreams was the most hateful act.
Claudia Ross turned over unhappily, fumbling for her phone—how could she have forgotten to turn it off before sleeping?
She rubbed her eyes and saw that it was a call from Wyatt Perry.
What did he want at this ungodly hour, instead of cooing over his darling Katie Poole?
He must be sick!
Claudia Ross answered the phone in a bad mood, “What do you want?”
“Get to Concord Hospital right now!” Wyatt Perry commanded in a tone that brooked no refusal.
“Go to the hospital for…
”
She hadn’t finished her sentence when Wyatt Perry hung up the phone.
Tsk, what kind of person was he?
Did he think she was a dog, coming and going at his whim?
Even dogs have dignity!
Claudia Ross turned off her phone and went back to sleeping, not caring if the sky fell down.
But Wyatt Perry wouldn’t let her off so easily.
Before long, Claudia’s father received a call from Wyatt Perry and came knocking on her door, urging her to hurry to the hospital.
“Claudia, something must have happened to Wyatt.
Take this opportunity to show him how good you are and try to change his mind.
Don’t bring up divorce anymore; it hurts feelings.”
“Hurry up, Wyatt is waiting in a hurry.
Get up; I’ll drive you there.”
“Wyatt himself called, which means he’s considering a reconciliation.
Don’t play hard to get.
Take the hint; wouldn’t everyone be happy?”
Claudia Ross was on the verge of a breakdown from her father’s nagging and had no choice but to get dressed and go to the hospital.
She didn’t let her father drive her; instead, she drove herself.
Upon arriving at the hospital, Claudia Ross was immediately grabbed by an anxious Wyatt Perry to have her blood drawn.
Claudia Ross asked in confusion, “Why are you taking my blood?
You don’t need a check-up at night, right?”
Wyatt Perry’s face was stern and silent; he looked urgent, with sweat beading on his forehead.
Unable to get an answer from Wyatt Perry, Claudia Ross could only guess, “Is it for someone needing my blood donation?”
“Yes.”
“Is it Katie Poole?”
“Yes!”
When speaking with Claudia Ross, Wyatt Perry was positively sparing with his words.
“Is she also Rh-negative?”
“Yes!”
As the bright red blood flowed into the bag, the furrows on Wyatt Perry’s brow slowly began to relax.
Claudia Ross asked again, “What happened to her?
She’s not dying, is she?”
“It’s none of your business,” Wyatt Perry glared at her irritably.
Claudia Ross was greatly dissatisfied, “You’re taking a bag of my blood, and I can’t even ask?”
“No.”
If he didn’t want to tell her, fine.
Whether Katie Poole lived or died was none of her business!
She even hoped something would happen to Katie Poole—crippled or blind or maimed—just so she could believe that bad people eventually get their comeuppance.
…
Through the glass window, Wyatt Perry saw that Claudia Ross’s complexion was pale as paper, and he frowned, asking the doctor, “Drawing so much blood, won’t it affect her health?”
The doctor assured him confidently, “It definitely won’t have any effect!”
“Give her some IV fluids to ensure her body doesn’t suffer any harm,” Wyatt Perry instructed, then gave Claudia Ross a deep look before heading to the emergency room to wait for Katie Poole.
Once Wyatt Perry was far away, the doctor pulled out the report from his pocket that confirmed a positive pregnancy test, tore it up, and threw it into the trash can.
…
After the blood was drawn, Claudia Ross didn’t see Wyatt Perry again.
Her head felt a bit dizzy, and she felt weak all over as she sat on the bench.
She felt even worse than if she were drunk after the blood donation.
“Claudia, why are you here?” Wyatt’s mother stepped out of the elevator, astonished to see Claudia Ross.
Claudia Ross lifted her eyelids weakly, “Wyatt called me here.
I’ve just donated blood to Katie Poole.”
Wyatt’s mother was furious, “Wyatt is so arrogant now that he doesn’t even listen to me.
I will never agree to let Katie Poole into our family.
Claudia, I only acknowledge you as my daughter-in-law; you can’t agree to a divorce!”
“Mom, I’m sorry…”