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Chapter 475
Chapter 475
If three years ago, Barnes hadn’t resigned, he would have been one of the old guard by Frederick’s side.
Frederick, despite his fiery temper, was beyond reproach when it came to his inner circle.
Whether it was Chuck, who had been with him for years, or his personal bodyguard, he treated them like brothers.
That’s why he was so enraged when he saw Barnes in the holding cell yesterday.
After all, when Barnes fell ill, Frederick had covered the bill for the expensive blood transfusions and even led his team to check for a match with their own blood.
So, Barnes’ betrayal was not just a disappointment for Frederick, but deeply heartbreaking.
He couldn’t fathom why Barnes would turn on Hayes!
However, since Manley had never been linked to this matter, when the doctor said Manley’s condition was hereditary, Frederick didn’t think deeper into it.
It might just be a viral infection.
Yuna, on the other hand, wasn’t so composed. When her gaze accidentally met Frederick’s piercing eyes, she jumped like a startled deer and quickly looked away, feeling guilty.
She hadn’t expected that Manley’s illness would be inherited from Barnes, his biological father!
That despicable jerk! Even in a vegetative state, he wouldn’t leave her alone!
She felt like barging into Barnes’ hospital room upstairs with a knife and plunging it into his chest! But even that wouldn’t be enough to quell her rage! NôvelDrama.Org owns this.
The doctor mistook Yuna’s tension for concern about Manley’s condition and immediately offered comfort, “This condition is serious but manageable, as long as we can find a compatible blood type, it can be treated fairly quickly.”
Yuna quickly asked, “Is it easy to find a donor?”
“It’s easy to find donors, but whether they’re willing to give is another matter. This isn’t like donating blood; a blood transfusion requires a large volume, which can be harmful to the donor. However, blood from relatives usually has the highest compatibility.”
Years ago, Frederick had already led his men to test their blood when Barnes fell ill.
Sadly, his blood didn’t match Barnes’.
But Manley was his own flesh and blood; Frederick would never abandon his child.
He rolled up his sleeve, presenting his arm with a decisive air, “Take mine.”
Yuna was moved by Frederick’s sense of responsibility, but then she grew anxious.
Manley wasn’t Frederick’s child. If the blood types didn’t match, wouldn’t all her secrets from three years ago be revealed?
Thinking this, Yuna stepped in front of Frederick, hastily stopping him, “Freddie, this could harm you. Let them use my blood for Manley! The company is at a crucial juncture; everyone depends on you. But I’m just a housewife. I can rest up at home after.”
Her words were heartfelt and touching, as if she truly cared about his well-being.
The doctor looked at Yuna with surprise.
This woman could really turn on the charm, from a shrew to a seemingly wise and gracious lady in front of Mr. Winston.
Such hypocrisy!
He stood up and said calmly, “We’re not at the transfusion stage yet. We need to do a blood type test first. If your blood types aren’t the same, the child’s blood type could follow either parent. So, Mr. Winston has a 50% chance. I suggest both of you get tested.”
So that was it.
Even though Frederick wasn’t Manley’s biological father, she was his mother.
Manley’s blood type would surely follow hers!
This way, even if Frederick got tested, her secret would remain safe.
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Yuna breathed a sigh of relief and agreed, “Alright, let’s both get tested.”
The doctor quickly arranged for their blood tests.
After the blood was drawn, Yuna waited at the window.
Since it was expedited, the results were handed out by the nurse within five minutes.
“Ms. Lockwood, I’m sorry, but your blood type does not match the child’s.”
Yuna was shocked, but then it dawned on her!
If Manley’s blood type didn’t follow hers, it must be Barnes’?
Frederick was surprisingly calm, approaching the window, “Well then, it looks like we’ll have to use my blood.”
The nurse looked troubled, “I’m sorry, Mr. Winston, but your blood isn’t a match either.”