"So you also went to get your blood tested?"
Mark Reed's voice was so cold that it sent chills down one's spine.
He knew nothing good would come of this, his brows furrowed, and he really wanted to cut Valentine Teller off from any association with the Quiles.
"Yes, Sara is ill; I just want to help her, although I don't know if my marrow will match."
Sitting on the bed, Valentine Teller lowered her head, already sensing Mark Reed's anger, not daring to breathe loudly.
In fact, the doctor also mentioned that even if there's a match, extracting a bit of bone marrow doesn't have a significant impact on one's health, nothing to worry about. He was mad because he cared about her; his emotions were understandable, but she had made up her mind and wouldn't change it.
Valentine Teller hoped she could contribute to saving Sara, her only sister, and the precious family bond she had. No one forced her; she volunteered.
"Valentine Teller... Ah... never mind!"
