He didn't know yet. I couldn't wait that long.
The doctors had told me my bone marrow had nearly stopped producing blood. Once they drained what was left, I would die.
The moment I opened my mouth, a spray of blood foam came pouring out.
Panic flooded Blake's eyes. He was about to call for a doctor when his assistant burst through the door.
"Mr. Gilbert, Miss Pruitt is awake, but she's hysterical. She's threatening to slit her wrists again!"
One sentence. That was all it took for him to drop me back onto the floor without a second thought.
"Get every doctor to Agatha's room immediately. Have them on standby!"
He glanced down at me, already half-unconscious on the cold tiles.
"Send another nurse in here. Keep drawing Elaine's blood."
Nathan Voss's face twisted with discomfort.
"Sir, Mrs. Gilbert has already lost too much blood. If we keep going, something could happen."
Blake let out a barely perceptible scoff.
"She's always been tough as nails. Nothing's going to happen."
"Besides, this is what she and her mother owe Agatha."
"As long as Agatha pulls through, I'll send her abroad for treatment after she's discharged. As for Elaine, I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to her."