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Wendy nodded. “Yes, I can cure Jessica.”
Horace’s face lit up with relief. “That’s great!”
“However…” Wendy turned to face him. “I need something to make the antidote.”
“What do you need? I’ll have it arranged immediately.”
Wendy smiled faintly. “I need the blood of Jessica’s immediate family.”
Blood from a close family member?
Lilian’s expression shifted, her face blanching.
Horace quickly said, “I’m Jessica’s father. Use my blood!”
“No!” Lilian shouted suddenly, panic rising in her voice. “You can’t use Mr. Larson’s blood!”
Wendy’s gaze fixed on Lilian, her eyes sharp. “Why can’t I? Don’t you want to save Jessica?”
Wendy’s calm, calculating look made Lilian realize she had overstepped. She couldn’t allow Horace’s blood to be used–if it was, Jessica’s true parentage would be exposed.
Lilian hurriedly tried to redirect. “Mr. Larson, your health is too precious. You can’t offer your blood. Wendy, I question your medical expertise. Why do you insist on using Mr. Larson’s blood? Are you trying to harm him or Jessica?”
Wendy sighed, her patience clearly thinning. “This is the only way to save Jessica. If you don’t trust me, then I’ll leave.”
Horace stepped in, his voice firm but calm. “No, I trust you. Use my blood.”
“No, Mr. Larson! It can’t be your blood! Wendy, use mine!”
Wendy turned to Lilian, her tone almost mocking. “Your blood won’t do any good. Jessica’s not your daughter. I need the blood of her immediate family.”
Lilian’s gaze flickered, and she fell silent, unable to refute Wendy’s words.
Horace’s expression remained resolute. “Use my blood.”
Wendy nodded. “Alright, Mr. Larson. Please roll up your sleeve. I’ll fetch the syringe.”
She stood up, but suddenly, a wave of dizziness hit her. Her legs buckled, and she began to slide to the floor.
“Wendy!”
Horace acted quickly, reaching out to catch her, his arms strong around her delicate waist. He looked at her with
concern.
“Are you alright?”
Wendy, feeling the strain of the past few days catching up to her, shook her head. “I’m fine.”
Just then, a low, soothing voice echoed from the doorway. “Wendy! Wendy, where are you?”
Stanley had arrived.
The butler rushed to stop him. “Mr. Hawk, you can’t go in!
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“What have you done to Wendy? Move aside!” Stanley shoved past the butler, his tall frame storming into the room. “Wendy!”
He froze as soon as he saw the scene. Horace was holding Wendy in his arms, the two of them far too close for comfort.
Stanley’s eyes narrowed, his heart racing with a mixture of anger and confusion. He had prepared for many possibilities–given Jessica’s relation to Horace, he feared that Horace would harm Wendy. But now, to see Horace holding her, it stunned him.
Stanley stalked forward, his long legs covering the distance quickly. “What are you doing?”
His fingers, long and strong, reached out to grab Wendy’s delicate arm, trying to pull her away from Horace.
But Horace’s grip on Wendy’s other arm was just as tight. Both men were holding onto her, each unwilling to let
- go.
Stanley’s gaze shot up to meet Horace’s, fury burning in his eyes. “Uncle Horace, let go of her!”
Horace’s lips quirked up in amusement. “What if I don’t?”
Stanley’s frustration boiled over, his voice shaking with anger. “What are you doing? Wendy is the same age as Jessica!”
Horace found it all rather amusing. “I know they’re the same age. So what?”
