Melinda President Fox’s Love

Chapter 231

Chapter 231 Mervin, I’m Begging You

“Go outside!” “Taylor remained composed while disregarding her status as his master. “You can’t participate in the treatment like this! You’re not a deity, so even if you look at him a hundred times, it won’t make a difference!” With that, Taylor lifted her up and swiftly walked outside.

“Let go of me! Let me see him! Release me! Taylor, you’re crazy!” She pounded his back forcefully as she was on the verge of a breakdown.

“You’re the one who’s crazy!” Taylor emphasized. “Look at yourself now!”

“Let go of me! Let me go!! I want to see him! Stanley–”

At that moment, Mervin entered the ward with a medical report but couldn’t find Melinda. He halted, and his brow lightly furrowed. What is happening? Her shoes were still by the bed, and the blanket had slipped halfway to the ground.

“Melinda?” He hurriedly checked the bathroom, but it was empty. Did she insist on being discharged? Yet, upon another glance, he noticed that the bag she had desperately clung to was still in the room. Moreover, she wouldn’t have left the hospital without her shoes. Mervin suddenly had a bad feeling about it, and he swiftly left the ward. “Melinda!” he called out while searching outside. “Melinda!” He ran as he checked to ensure that no corners were left unchecked.

Melinda, who was banished from the emergency room, cried in despair, and she felt cold. “Stanley… No………”

With that, Taylor intercepted her before gazing calmly at everyone present.novelxo.com fast update The blood bank is depleted, and we urgently need RH-negative blood. Is anyone here of that blood type?” Jennifer’s expression turned pale almost instantly. Among their entire family, only Stanley’s

father possessed it! The blood shortage was a circumstance she hadn’t even considered, which had exacerbated the situation.

Several servants shook their heads regretfully and responded. “Not me.”

“I’m not either.

“I really wish I was…..

I’m not either.”

It was a widely acknowledged fact that finding RH-negative blood was an arduous task. Even if one were to ask a million people, the chances of finding a match would be slim.

Taylor then fixed his gaze on Jennifer, who was someone with the highest possibility of having such a blood type. “Mrs. Fox, what about you? You’re Mr. Fox’s mother. May I know what blood type you are?”

“I’m not either,” she replied as her heart wracked with agonizing pain.

Suddenly, Melinda’s anxiety subsided as she recalled someone in her mind. At that very moment, Mervin appeared from around the corner. His eyes immediately fell upon Melinda, who stood there barefoot, her clothes disheveled, and her hair ruffled. Melinda, too, was about to rush toward him. As their eyes met, Mervin strode toward her with a cold expression and a frown on his face. However, Melinda gazed at him as if spotting a glimmer of hope and sprinted toward him. “Mervin! Are you of an RH-negative blood type?” She exclaimed while gripping his arm and eagerly asking. “Are you?”

Upon witnessing her swollen cheeks, tear-streaked face, and bare feet, Mervin couldn’t help but feel a pang of heartache. “What are you doing here?” he reprimanded. “You just had surgery and should be resting. Why are you asking such strange questions? I’ve never donated blood because one should prioritize their well-being.”

His gaze then shifted to Jennifer, whom he failed to recognize. Although he had seen her wearing a mask, he had never seen her after her recovery. However, Jennifer immediately recognized him. She had extensively investigated him over the years, and she had numerous photographs of him. To her, Mervin was a despicable scoundrel. Her breathing quickened, and her face contorted with disgust. Did Mervin and Melinda get close to Stanley with ulterior motives?

“Are you of RH-negative blood type?” Melinda asked desperately. “Answer me!” Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“I am,” he responded.

“Please, please save Stanley, okay?” Her complexion turned pale, and her words became incoherent. “He had a severe car accident. It’s because of me that he’s in this state. He can’t hold on much longer. The blood bank is depleted…. He has lost so much blood. Mervin, I beg you, please?”

Mervin’s brows lightly furrowed as he glanced at the emergency room’s entrance, then at Taylor and the others present. His gaze was ultimately fixated on Jennifer.