His Destructive, Toxic Love

This was a matter of life, and no one had the right to take a life away.

In the distance, Eliza forced a bitter smile, tears silently sliding down her cheeks.

Three cold needles pierced her veins. The machine whirred to life, and she slowly closed her eyes.

Outside the room, Aaron's forehead veins bulged as he gripped Casper's collar, shouting, "Do you even realize that what could really save Jeffrey is the antibody in Eliza's body? Even if you drain all her blood, the antibody levels won't be high enough to save Jeffrey. And even if he survives, he won't live long. Do you get that at all?"

"Then tell me, how are we supposed to save Grandpa?" Casper grabbed Aaron's wrist and pushed him away, "Grandpa's time is almost up. What other choice do I have?"

"Does it have to be this way? Have you asked Jeffrey what he wants? Does he really want to live in pain? He's already ninety. Do you think he'd want to use his twenty-something granddaughter-in-law's life to extend his own?"

Aaron shook his head in agony. He never imagined that the friend he grew up with could be so heartless and cold.

Aaron had a torrent of questions and left Casper without a word. He turned his face away, coldly saying, "Grandpa wouldn't choose to die."

So, should Eliza die instead?

Aaron was beyond disappointed. He couldn't bear to stay and watch all this, so he turned and left.

In the blood draw room, the machine had already started. As her blood was continuously drawn, Eliza's head began to feel fuzzy. She watched the bright red liquid flow through the three thick tubes, her weak eyelids struggling to stay open.

By the halfway point, Eliza was nearly gone. Her heart rate dropped to 30 beats per minute, sometimes even as low as 20.

Sensing the imminent danger, the doctor was too scared to continue. He rushed out to find Casper, "She's very weak. If anything happens, our hospital can't take responsibility. Let's transfuse this batch of blood to Jeffrey; it should still be effective."

Casper didn't say a word, his face tight.

After the doctor finished speaking, he returned to the blood draw room.

Soon, Eliza was wheeled out. She was unconscious, her face so pale it was nearly death-like.

Casper stared at her coldly as she was pushed past him, his fingertips unconsciously tightening.

Tristan came over, somewhat dissatisfied, "Why only take half of it? How is that enough? Your grandpa's condition requires a full blood transfusion to keep his vital signs stable."

"Do you want to turn this treatment into a criminal case?" Casper spat coldly.

Tristan's face soured at his son's retort, "Why are you yelling at me? I'm just trying to help your grandpa survive. When will you learn to show me some respect, like Zach does?"

"You gonna bring up that illegitimate

son of yours? Let me be clear: even if Grandpa eventually passes away, don't even think about getting him into the family tree as long as I'm alive."

"You..." Tristan's fingertips trembled. "...you'll be the death of me."

Just as Tristan left, Zach sauntered over with hands in his pockets, a scornful smile on his lips.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

"If we're talking ruthless, you will take the crown. You laid hands on your own wife. I really should give you a round of applause."