At that moment, Nathan Taylor arrived with two insulated boxes and looked at the woman with a vacant stare, curled up in a chair, and silently heaved a sigh.
"Madam, you just donated five hundred cc of blood. Have some brown sugar water to replenish your strength," he said as he handed the warm paper cup to Amelia, and then advised, "Don't worry too much; Mr. Cooper has already received a blood transfusion and will be fine."
Amelia held the paper cup in both hands, feeling the warmth seep into her palms, and after a long while, she turned her gaze towards the man standing in front of her and hoarsely asked, "What exactly happened to him?"
Nathan Taylor also wanted to know how his boss ended up crashing head-on into a big truck. Could it have been because he was dozing off at the time?
"I'm sorry, Madam. Mr. Cooper insisted on driving back by himself last night, so I don't know the specifics," he apologized.
