Chapter 95
Sylvia was rushed into the ER, and her condition was getting worse by the minute. Specialists from various departments rushed in one after another, yet all were at a complete loss. Her systemic allergic reaction worsened rapidly—she remained unconscious, her skin turning an alarming crimson.
“Everyone out.” Byron strode into the ER with an icy demeanor. His piercing gaze swept over the crowd, and he barked out the command, his face expressionless.
One of the chief physicians hesitated. “Mr. Blair, Ms. Sullivan’s condition is critical. If we leave, she might…”
“Everyone out.” Byron repeated sharply, his tone leaving no room for argument. In his eyes, these doctors were nothing but quacks. After all their. treatments, Sylvia’s condition hadn’t improved at all; in fact, it had only gotten worse.
The doctors exchanged glances and quickly understood that with the “Tyrant’s” order in place, there was no reason for them to stay. If anything happened to Sylvia, they wouldn’t be held responsible.
The emergency room fell deathly silent as the doctors scurried out in quick succession.
Byron moved closer to the bed. Even in Sylvia’s unconscious state, her brows were furrowed tight. His eyes flickered with pain. “I don’t know if this is going to save you, but I have to make this call for you.”
own at her bedside and gently brushed her cheek, hot and flushed from the reaction. Then, without hesitation, he picked up a scalpel and made a deep cut across his forearm. Blood gushed forth.
He quickly brought his bleeding forearm to Sylvia’s lips, letting his lifeblood flow into her mouth.
Byron’s virologist friend told him that he and Sylvia had once been poisoned by the same toxin. Back then, she had saved his life, so now his blood carried antibodies–those antibodies might be able to save her.
He had no other choice–this was his only shot. Byron stared intently at Sylvia. As his blood trickled into her mouth, the angry red rash on her skin began to fade bit by bit.
‘It worked. My blood can really save her.’ Byron thought. A wave of joy surged through him. ‘My blood is her cure.‘
Though uncertain if this would fully cure her, he tightened his grip on his arm, forcing even more of his crimson blood into Sylvia’s mouth.
Still unconscious, Sylvia’s complexion visibly improved–her furrowed brows relaxed, and her breathing grew steady. In just thirty minutes, she had completely recovered, lying quietly on the bed, as peaceful as if she were merely sleeping.
Byron let out a long breath and slowly straightened up. He wrapped a quick bandage around the cut on his arm, then allowed himself a small, satisfied
smile.
“Sylvia,” he murmured, “I forced you to donate blood for Joanna. I know how much it hurt you. Now, I’m starting to repay that debt. It may never be enough, but at least this time, I was the one who saved you.”
Recalling how distant Sylvia had been lately, Byron frowned slightly. “I hope you’ll be nicer to me from now on. Stop giving me the cold shoulder all the
time.”
He had given her so much of his blood, after all. His face looked a bit pale. Still frowning, he walked out.
Moments later, the doctors filed back in, only to be stunned–Sylvia had made a full recovery. They thought, ‘Wait, did Mr. Blair, the corporate mogul, just pull off a medical miracle?‘
Byron walked into an office, where Ruby was accompanied by a nurse. Seeing him, Ruby rushed over anxiously. “Byron, how’s Mommy?”
“Sylvia’s all better now,” Byron said with a smile, scooping her up into his arms, his eyes glinting.
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She still heed’s time to recover though. Come home with me tonight, okay?” He saw Sylvia’s illness as an opportunity to coax Ruby into coming back to the Blair residence.
“No. I want to stay with Mommy.” Ruby instinctively squirmed in Byron’s arms, trying to break free.
Abitter taste rose in Byron’s heart as he thought, ‘She is so attached to Sylvia… If I try to o get custody, will Ruby put up a fierce fight?‘
“Byron, what the hell are you doing with my daughter? Put her down right now.” Sylvia’s icy voice cut through from behind.
Byron whipped around to see Sylvia glaring at him, her face frozen in fury.
“Mommy.” Ruby’s face flushed with excitement as she eagerly reached out her hands toward Sylvia.
Sylvia hurried over and gathered Ruby into her arms, then shot Byron a wary look. “Mr. Blair, stay away from my child.”
Byron’s face darkened. ‘Seriously? I just saved her life, and this is how she treats me? How ungrateful.‘ He fumed inwardly.
Sylvia had no idea Byron was the one who saved her. When she woke up, she only saw doctors examining her and assumed they were responsible for her
recovery.
She wasn’t even aware she’d had a severe allergic reaction while unconscious–all because Joanna had forced her to drink that drink.
Ruby t
Sylvia’s neck and explained, “Mommy, Byron brought you here for treatment.”
Sylvia glanced at Byron, her expression softening a little. Just as Byron expected words of gratitude, Sylvia said coldly, “Don’t forget–the custody hearing is the day after tomorrow. Don’t you dare skip it again.”
Sylvia was determined to win back full custody of Zack–especially since Zack himself had already said he wanted to live with her. She planned to talk to Angel the next day and try to convince her to testify.
If Angel confirmed Byron’s parenting style was way too harsh, she’d have a good shot at winning custody. What she worried about now was whether Byron would show up in court at all or just dodge responsibility again.
“I’ll be there–count on it.” Byron glanced at Ruby, a barely noticeable glint of satisfaction flickering in his eyes.
He already had the paternity results in hand–Ruby was his daughter, no doubt about it. Sylvia had kept it from him, and in court, that against her.
would
count big
Clutching Ruby protectively, Sylvia hailed a taxi and left the hospital.
Byron headed straight back home. To his surprise, he spotted Joanna waiting at the entrance. It was pouring. She stood there, completely soaked, looking pitiful and small in the rain.
As Byron’s car pulled up, Joanna rushed forward anxiously and called out, “Byron, how’s Sylvia doing?” Her entire act was meant for Byron. She never expected him to care that much about Sylvia–just because she gave Sylvia that drink, Byron had actually struck Joanna.
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