Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 239: Critical Condition Notice

Chapter 239: Chapter 239: Critical Condition Notice

The melee ended when a nurse suddenly rushed out.

"The blood bank is in crisis!"

The people arguing heard the nurse’s urgent call and immediately gathered around.

Emma Carter grabbed the nurse, speaking incoherently, "Nurse, how is my son? Was the surgery successful? No matter the cost, you must save my son! He’s my only child, if—"

"Madam, please don’t panic! Let me finish speaking!"

The nurse interrupted her, looked at the few people in front of her with a serious expression, and spoke rapidly, "The patient’s injuries are too severe, the surgery will take much longer, and the blood bank is running low on Type A blood, and the blood transfer from the blood center is still on the way. Who among the family members has Type A blood, go and find a nurse to get tested quickly!"

Type A blood...

Amelia Garcia startled, rushed in front of the nurse, "I’m Type A! Take mine!"

George Hart also rolled up his sleeve and stepped forward, "Me too!"

The nurse agreed, then added, "Two people aren’t enough! Try to mobilize more people to ask!"

Lucas King, not being Type A, couldn’t help, so he quickly made calls to notify others.

Amelia Garcia and George Hart followed the nurse to get tested and give blood.

"Nurse, I’m healthy, you can take more from me," Amelia Garcia had donated blood during college with her classmates, after donating she felt weak for several days, even dizzy, when she went to see a doctor, he said she was too thin and not suitable for donating blood.

She hadn’t donated blood since then.

But now it was about saving Christopher Hart’s life, she couldn’t care about that, only hoping the nurse would draw a bit more to provide more blood for him.

"We have regulations on how much to withdraw, don’t worry. Come, lie down first," the nurse took out the blood-drawing equipment and approached her.

As Amelia Garcia lay down and the needle pierced into her vein, the sharp pain made her frown, but watching the bright red blood slowly flow into the blood bag, she felt immensely relieved.

Christopher must be okay.

He was such a person, domineering, strong, unreasonable, fearless, even King Hades might not be his match.

He must pull through!

As one bag was almost full, another nurse quickly approached and whispered to the young nurse, "That old gentleman is not fit for drawing."

Before she could finish, George Hart angrily chased in and shouted at the young nurse, "I’m Type A, why can’t I donate? I need to save my son, do you understand!"

"Sir, with your severe heart condition, if myocardial ischemia occurs after drawing blood, the consequences..."

"I’ll bear the consequences myself! I order you to draw now!" George Hart rolled up his sleeve and glared at the nurse.

Seeing the nurse pick up the blood bag, nearly full, Amelia Garcia hurriedly pleaded, "I’m really healthy, you can continue drawing, please, you must save him, we have three children... they’re all so young—"

Before the nurse could respond, more medical staff rushed in, reporting that the blood in the blood bank was nearly depleted and asking about the blood drawing situation here.

"Nurse! I really can! It’s okay!"

The nurse, seeing her strong insistence, hesitated but then switched to a new blood bag and continued.

George Hart was pulled away by the other medical personnel to be calmed down.

When Lucas King saw that Amelia Garcia hadn’t come out, he came in to inquire and learned she was continuing to donate blood.

"Madam, your health is important, I’ve already called and asked around, five or six people are Type A and are on their way."

Hearing this, Amelia Garcia breathed a sigh of relief and whispered, "That’s good, thank you."

"Madam, what are you saying, we all hope President Hart will be well."

"Um... he will make it," the woman murmured in a wooden tone, trying to reassure others while comforting herself.

This is Christopher Hart we’re talking about; he can’t just leave us like this.

Every second became unbearable, as though a saw was tearing through the hearts of everyone present.

Benny Palmer hurried over after hearing the news. Knowing that the surgery was still ongoing and his friend’s life was hanging by a thread, he felt equally anxious.

After donating 600cc of blood, Amelia Garcia’s complexion was visibly pale, and all she could do was sit on the side, feebly holding her young son.

What consoled her was that the doctors had conducted a full-body examination on Ethan, confirming that apart from a few minor skin injuries, there were no other injuries or internal bleeding.

Christopher Hart had used his own body as a buffer to protect his son without fail.

"Amelia, I heard from Lucas King that you donated quite a bit of blood. It’s getting late; why don’t you take your child and rest for a while? We are here to handle things. If anything happens, we will call you immediately," Benny said, approaching softly.

She looked up and slowly shook her head, one hand instinctively stroking her baby son in her arms. "I’m fine... I’ll wait for him to come out."

As soon as she finished speaking, a nurse opened the door and came out, "Christopher Hart’s family, please?"

Amelia instantly stood up, but before she could take a step, she swayed violently and almost fell.

"Careful!" Fortunately, Benny was right beside her, steadying her in time.

On the other side, George Hart and Emma Carter stepped forward, anxiously asking, "We are his parents; how is our son?"

The nurse shook her head sternly, "The situation is not optimistic. Here is a critical illness notice; you need to be prepared."

Upon hearing this, Emma Carter let out a wail and nearly fainted.

"How can this be... No, no, no... You doctors must do your best, get the best doctors, the best medicine; my son can’t be in trouble! He can’t be!"

Amelia did not step forward.

She was just an ex-wife and legally no longer considered Christopher’s family.

Tears uncontrollably streamed down her face; there was no room left in her heart for fear, only despair, only despair.

Benny looked sorrowful and felt extreme sadness as well, but looking at Amelia, he reassured her, "I believe Christopher will not just leave you guys like this. He wholeheartedly wants to win you back; how could he bear to leave you? He will be alright... The hospital is just notifying us as a protocol; it doesn’t mean there is no hope..."

Amelia did not respond.

After a moment of silence, she suddenly remembered something and took out her phone to make a call.

But her hands were shaking so much that she almost dropped her phone and couldn’t unlock it.

"Who are you trying to reach?" Benny asked.

"Snow... I’m looking for Snow, to have her bring Noah and Hope here..." The woman’s voice trembled, already hoarse, now shattered.

Benny frowned, "It’s one in the morning, are you sure?"

She nodded, muttering to herself, "The kids need to come, just in case... just in case... he will definitely want to see them—"

She couldn’t finish her sentence; she broke down crying.

Seeing her lose control, Benny took her phone, found Snow Fitch’s number, and called.

Meanwhile, Lucas King also got in touch with Fuller, asking him to bring additional people for protection and escort Snow along with the two children safely to the hospital.

After making arrangements, Amelia collapsed back into her chair, clutching Ethan even tighter.

— Christopher Hart, if you just leave us like this, you are truly a bastard!