Before I could say anything, my phone started ringing sharply. Argus picked it up, and the butler’s voice came through, urgent and panicked. “Sir, the master just had a massive hemorrhage! The hospital’s blood bank is running low, we might not have enough supply—”
I couldn’t hear the rest.Because Celine spoke again, like she just remembered something important.
“Argus, Dahlia’s blood type is the same as Grandpa’s, right?” she said softly.
My heart dropped.
A cold fear crawled up from my feet, wrapping around my chest.
No…
The next second, everything turned chaotic. Hands grabbed me. I struggled, but it didn’t matter. I was dragged out, shoved into a car, and taken straight to the hospital.
Before I could even process what was happening, I was tied down in the emergency room.
“Hold her still,” someone said.
Cold ropes tightened around my wrists. A needle pierced into my vein.
“Draw her blood,” Argus’s voice came, cold and final. “As long as it saves Grandpa, I don’t care what happens to her. Even if she dies.”
My heart clenched.