Chapter 2. Blood Donors

The woman called Amanda was surprised. Her lips uttered Henry's name even though she didn't make a sound.

 

"Manda, why are you here?" he asked.

 

Henry glanced alternately at Alana and Amanda, two women of different ages whose faces looked very similar.

 

Amanda enters the emergency room. Her tears overflowed when she saw her daughter lying limp with his head wrapped in bandages.

"You're the one who hit my girl?" Amanda asked Henry. Even though she was annoyed, she kept her voice down so as not to disturb other patients.

 

"Child?" Henry couldn't hide his surprise at Amanda's statement that she was the mother of the child he had run into. "Is she your daughter?"

 

Amanda didn't answer Henry's question. She continued to look at her daughter with pity, lying weak in the hospital bed.

 

"Manda, tell me the truth, she's my girl?" asked Henry, forcing Amanda to face him. However, the young mother shook off the hand of the man who had bumped into her child.

 

"Don't make fun of you!" Amanda was furious but kept her voice down for fear of disturbing the other patients. "You better get out!"

 

Henry finally left the room, not wanting to make a fuss at the hospital. He sat on the waiting chair at the front of the room, holding his head.

 

William approached the boss after completing Alana's administration.

 

"Boss, what's wrong with you?" asked William, who sounded slightly panicked, seeing his boss look frustrated.

 

It wasn't the man he was worried about, but the little boy in the emergency room.

 

"How is the girl?" William looked very worried. He was worried something would happen to Alana. "She's fine right?"

 

"I can't say that she's fine, but...."

 

"But what, boss?" William sat beside the boss, still looking down, holding his head.

 

"Alana is Amanda's daughter...my ex-wife." Henry straightened up, then turned to his assistant. "Is there any chance that Alana is my daughter?"

 

"Sorry, boss, I can't answer your question. You'd better ask Mrs. Amanda directly."

 

"I asked her, but she said it wasn't mine. She was about five years old and we've been divorced for six years. There's a chance she could be mine."

 

"Do you want me to investigate?"

 

"No need for William. I will investigate it myself. Maybe the child was the child of her mistress when she was still my wife."

 

William was silent. He didn't reply to his boss anymore. If assigned to find out about the child, he would do it as ordered, even though he already knew everything. He will pretend he doesn't know anything.

 

Alana has been moved to the ward while waiting for blood donors. The little girl looks still soundly in her sleep as if reluctant to wake up. Amanda seemed very sad. She repeatedly patted Alana's cheek, hoping her daughter would wake up.

 

The bloodstock at the hospital was empty, making Amanda frantically call her friends who had blood type AB. Amanda's blood type is not the same as her daughter's. That makes her nervous. Her daughter needs blood, but he has yet to find a donor.

 

Amanda's tears continued to roll down her cheeks. She felt like a failed mother if she couldn't save her child.

 

Only Alana and Alan that she currently has. They are the ones who can make Amanda not tired of fighting for her life. But now, one of her children is lying helpless with an IV needle stuck in his left arm.

 

Henry looked at Amanda, crying in the corner of the room. The man couldn't bear to see his ex-wife sad. Even though he still hated it when he remembered Amanda's betrayal of him, his love was no less significant than his hatred.

 

However, now things are different. He is the one who hurt Amanda. Even he felt the woman's pain when he saw Alana lying weak and helpless.

 

"Manda, I will donate blood for Alana," said Henry, standing up from his seat.

 

Amanda stared intently at her ex-husband. It had been almost six years since she parted ways with that man, but Henry was still the same, still handsome as ever.

 

However, all of that meant nothing to Amanda anymore. The parting that has caused pain until now has made Amanda unable to act normally.

 

The pain returned when she remembered the man she loved had betrayed her and even slandered her.

 

"What do you mean?" she asked. She just realized that Henry was the biological father of her two children. Of course, most likely, their blood type is the same.

 

"My blood type is AB, just like your daughter. Let me donate blood for Alana," Henry asked a little forcefully.

 

"But-"

 

"Alana needs blood urgently. If we don't take action quickly, I'm afraid something bad will happen to her," Henry said.

 

"Nothing will happen to my daughter!" Amanda said firmly.

 

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that, but please consider this offer carefully. Forget about us for now. Remember, Alana needs the blood ASAP. Take it as a form of my responsibility for making her like this," said Henry. "Don't be selfish, Manda! Alana needs blood urgently."

 

"Okay," said Amanda, who finally agreed.

 

Amanda wanted to avoid involving Henry in the kids' business, but Alana needed that blood. For the sake of her child, Amanda suppressed her ego a little.

 

Amanda and Henry immediately saw a doctor and checked Henry's health so he could quickly donate blood.

 

Henry did a series of tests to ensure his blood was like Alana's. Fortunately, Henry's whole body is healthy, allowing him to donate blood to the little girl he had bumped into.

 

Many questions raged in Henry's brain, including Alana's blood being the same as his. It had been almost six years since he and Manda separated, but he was sure that Alana was his child.

 

It is impossible that everything that happens is a coincidence. There must be a path of destiny that has been outlined. After a long time apart from Amanda, this is the first time he meets the woman he still loves.

 

After the blood draw process, Henry returned to Alana's ward. The doctor advised him to take a brief break, but Henry insisted on seeing Alana.

 

The donated blood was immediately put into Alana's body through an IV tube. The poor little girl had to feel the pain because of her mother's ex-husband's accident.

 

Henry sat on the sofa not far from Alana's bed, the man's eyes fixed on the little girl, who was fast asleep.

 

Amanda, who saw that her child had received a blood transfusion, could breathe a sigh of relief. She sat beside the child's bed, gently caressing affectionately she gave to the top of his daughter's head.

 

"Lana, you must be okay," her mother whispered.

 

Amanda planted a kiss right on the top of the daughter's head. Everything about that woman did not go unnoticed by Henry. His ex-wife is still the same as before. It looks beautiful and full of affection.

 

Henry couldn't understand why a woman as gentle as Amanda could have an affair. The man recalled memories of the past. Then Henry exhaled roughly and ventured closer to his ex-wife.

 

"Amanda," Henry called softly.

 

Amanda turned her head. The woman looked at her ex-husband. Her tears wanted to come out, but she did her best to hold them back. She didn't deserve to cry over the man who had hurt her.

 

"Yes," Amanda answered in a very hoarse voice.

 

"I want to have a serious talk with you."