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Shane's eyes flared as his heart raced upon hearing the nurse's words.
"Her relatives are no more," he muttered, his thoughts sinking deeply.
"What about her sister, Stacy? We should check if her blood type matches," the man from earlier suggested, causing Shane's eyes to snap toward him. He was taken aback by how this stranger knew about her younger sister but didn't have time to dwell on it.
"If you've done your research properly, you'd know Stacy is only seven years old, and reportedly weak and frail due to complications at birth. She's in no condition to donate blood to my wife," Shane stated coldly, emphasizing "my wife."
"You better make sure all the doctors know that absolutely 'nothing' should happen to my woman, or I'll burn this hospital to the ground—with everyone inside.
