Chapter 140: Chapter 140: Moral Blackmail
"Uncle Grant, there’s no need to be polite. You’ve taken care of me all these years, this is what I should do."
Evelyn Clayton said with a faint smile.
After the two exchanged pleasantries, the others stood by without daring to speak.
Maybe unable to bear it, the director standing by the bed cleared his throat.
"Miss Clayton, do accept it. I’ve given the chairman a full body check, his previous convalescence wasn’t adequate, compounded by his busy affairs, signs of relapse have already appeared this time. He might need Miss Clayton’s blood long-term."
"Regarding the frequency and amount of use, I can’t give an accurate number. But what’s certain is that this will be a prolonged treatment process. After all, cardiovascular disease isn’t like a simple cold or fever that can be cured in a week or two. I ask Miss Clayton for understanding."
"Of course, Miss Clayton also needs to take care of her own health to ensure the blood supply."
So that’s it; the shares aren’t merely a one-time exchange for transfusion.
He wants Amber to be his long-term blood donor!
James Grant furrowed his brows.
Just the recent blood draw was already difficult for Amber.
Now the hospital wants to draw from Amber long-term, how could she possibly endure? She’s a living person, not a blood machine!
Amber lowered her eyes, her long lashes casting a shadow.
"I really don’t need the shares, Uncle Grant. All I can do is this, nothing more. How can I accept such a valuable gift of thanks?"
Implying her refusal of the director’s proposal.
She’s not about to throw her life away for some money!
On the hospital bed, Harrison Grant’s smile froze, watching as Amber withdrew her hand from his, took a step back, clearly a gesture of resistance.
"Dad, Evelyn is my girlfriend. The shares make no difference to either of us." James Grant followed up smoothly, shielding Evelyn, "It’s getting late, you take a good rest, I’ll take Evelyn home first."
"...Alright."
Harrison Grant was still smiling, but the aura surrounding him noticeably cooled.
...
After sending Amber home, James Grant received a call from the company and left.
At this time, the Lockwood couple somehow learned about what happened at the hospital and rushed over.
Charlotte Sterling started cursing as soon as she entered, paying no mind to her own health.
"I heard you refused Atlas Group’s shares? That’s three percent!"
"Converted into market value, you could buy several houses!"
"It’s just some blood, what’s wrong with drawing a bit? You won’t die from it!"
Listening to this indifferent speech, Amber’s expression remained calm, she was all too familiar with it.
She only felt it was noisy.
Beside her, Philip Lockwood played the good cop, a rare, kind and gentle demeanor.
"Amber, we can’t help your sister’s matter, so your mom and I won’t fuss over it, but this one, whatever you say, you should contribute to the family a bit? It’s just a small effort, I’m sure you’re a sensible child."
Evelyn Clayton’s face was pale, she looked coldly at Charlotte Sterling.
As a mother, to let her daughter become a blood slave is truly ironic.
"Just a small effort? Then why don’t you provide the blood yourself, greedily eyeing those shares, don’t use me as cannon fodder!"
Philip Lockwood has always been sanctimonious.
He turned to Charlotte Sterling and gave her a look.
Charlotte Sterling understood, and immediately walked over to Evelyn Clayton with a flattering smile.
"Evelyn, in the past, mom didn’t care enough about you, but how can you not be the child I carried for ten months? How could my heart not ache for you? I raised you, and for both emotion and reason, you should consider the Lockwood Family."