Hearing footsteps, the man turned back from the balcony and walked towards her with large strides, his eyes filled with frost as he asked in a cold voice, "Are you type Bombay blood?"
Type Bombay blood, commonly known as dinosaur blood, is even rarer than panda blood.
Kelsey didn't know why he was asking, but she nodded anyway.
The next second, she heard a sentence that made her head buzz, "Dexter hurt Elise and the child may not survive. We need a blood transfusion now."
The assistant next to him whispered, "Miss Collins also has the same rare blood type, but the hospital doesn't have any reserves of that blood type."
Because it was just too rare.
Kelsey gasped, and Rhett stepped forward, approaching her with a trembling body, looking at her with a resolute expression. "If you don't want Dexter to go to jail, you know what to do."
Kelsey's throat tightened, unable to process the words.
After a moment, she said with difficulty, "Dexter doesn't even know Miss Collins, how could he hurt her..."
"Did you not tell him?" Rhett interrupted impatiently.
Kelsey was taken aback and instinctively explained, "I didn't say anything to Dexter!"
She seemed to just notice the man's injuries, a hint of bruising at the corner of his mouth, but it wasn't too obvious.
It should have been Dexter who did it.
But it didn't affect his appearance; he still looked as exquisite and profound as ever, high above, making people dare not look directly at him.
Kelsey pursed her lips, took a deep breath, and suddenly calmed down. "Where is Dexter? I want to see him."
"He's fine for now. After Elise is safe, you can naturally see him."
He used the words "for now," and Kelsey clenched her fists, forcibly suppressing the panic in her heart. "I want to see Dexter first. Otherwise, I won't agree to donate blood... As long as I don't agree, the hospital won't force me, right?"
Upon hearing her slightly tough tone, Rhett narrowed his eyes slightly, as if assessing her.
Kelsey had always been a pleading figure in front of him, never showing such a compelling side like she did just now.
It turned out that rabbits really do get red-eyed when they get anxious.
Rhett sneered, "Give me one reason why you wouldn't want to do it."
Kelsey's heart skipped a beat.
She had rushed here and didn't even know what the test results were... If she really was pregnant, would giving blood have any impact on the baby?
Her thoughts were scattered, but she couldn't just sit back and watch Dexter suffer, let alone argue with Rhett.
She didn't have that kind of ability.
After a while, she compromised, "Mr. Clark, you must promise me that if I donate blood to Miss Collins, you won't hold Dexter responsible."
Rhett didn't speak, just looked at her intently.
Although she was very flustered and at a loss, she still found the most advantageous point for herself and wanted to negotiate with him.
The man suddenly lifted her chin and looked carefully into her eyes, his pupils slightly deep. "Okay."
As he spoke, he let go of her and gestured to his assistant. "Take her over."
The situation was urgent, and there was no time for a series of checks.
When Kelsey came to her senses, she was already strapped to a chair, her slender arms tied with a rubber tube, revealing two faint veins.
"You're too thin..." The nurse drawing blood frowned, seeming to be struggling to find a vein.
Kelsey lowered her head and remained silent.
A sharp and piercing pain shot through her, causing her to quickly turn her head, her eyes reddening at the corners.
She was afraid of needles, very afraid.
Ever since she was young, she had a fear of sharp objects.
Every time she had to get a shot, she would tremble uncontrollably.
In the past, someone would hold her in their arms and comfort her, allowing her to cry and act spoiled.
But now...
"I didn't use much force, why are you shaking?" The nurse's voice was a bit panicked, especially when she saw Kelsey's pale lips.
She fumbled around. "Look, the needle came out because of your shaking. I have to give you another shot..."
Kelsey reluctantly nodded, her face pale as she stared at the needle.
Her mind was already spinning.
The next second, she felt a warm sensation cover her eyes, and everything went black.
Rhett had walked over to her and covered her eyes, "If you're scared, then don't look."
Kelsey couldn't help but wonder, when did she start to think that Rhett might have feelings for her?
Maybe it was during all those little moments, those small details that caught her off guard and made her heart flutter, only for him to leave her feeling cold and alone in the end.
Rhett let go of her hand after she finished the blood test.
"Once Elise's surgery is over, you can go see Dexter," he said.
Kelsey's eyes flickered. She lowered her gaze and murmured,
"Okay, I understand."
He always had a way of making her feel like she was in heaven one second, and then dragging her straight to hell the next.
The nurse packed away the blood collection kit and said,
"Press on the cotton ball for a few minutes. If there's no bleeding, you're good to go."
Kelsey stood up and politely thanked the nurse.
After the nurse left, she turned to Rhett and asked, "Mr. Clark, I've packed up everything in the villa. When do we go get the divorce certificate?"
If she still had any hope of saving their marriage when he first mentioned divorce, it had all disappeared the moment Elise showed up.
Now, she just wanted to get as far away from him as possible.
Rhett looked her straight in the eyes and paused before answering, "I'll have my lawyer notify you."
Kelsey nodded.
"I understand."
She looked like she had accepted everything and was ready to move on. Without another word, she walked past Rhett and headed for the door.
Rhett's eyes darkened, and he suddenly stopped her.
"I said, you can only go see Dexter when Elise is okay."
Kelsey stopped and pursed her lips. Without turning around, she explained,
"I'm not going to see him."
Rhett put one hand in his suit pocket and walked up behind her.
"Where are you going?"
Feeling the pressure of his presence behind her getting closer, Kelsey suddenly felt a little defiant.
"Do I need to report to Mr. Clark where I'm going?"
Since they were getting divorced, he had no right to control her anymore.
Rhett was stunned for a moment, then looked at her back with a sharp gaze before returning to his usual cold attitude.
"Do whatever you want."
He brushed past her without looking at her again.
Kelsey didn't really know where to go.
She just wanted to get away from Rhett's suffocating presence.
She wandered aimlessly through the hospital, her mind filled with thoughts about Dexter.
Rhett had promised to cover Dexter's remaining medical expenses, so even though Dexter had cheated on her, she had no right to complain.
Compared to all these real-life problems, her feelings suddenly felt so small and useless.
Lost in thought, Kelsey didn't notice the man in the wheelchair ahead of her.
She had walked into a path in the hospital's backyard. The road was narrow, and as they passed each other, she accidentally bumped into his wheelchair.
Bang!
"Sorry!" She snapped out of it and quickly apologized. "Did I hit you?"
"I'm fine, don't worry." The man's gentle voice instantly calmed her.