The Billionaire’s Unexpected Treasure

Flora didn’t want to talk to anyone right now, especially not Clayton, and she turned her phone off and threw it in the back seat, accelerating with a vengeance as the car sped straight out.

Flora braked in a hurry and hit her forehead hard on the steering wheel.

She did not care about the pain, and hurriedly pushed open the car door to get down, and the person who fell in a pool of blood was Blair.

“Are you crazy!” Flora yelled in a shaky voice as she shivered and took out her cell phone to call.

“Re … relax, I won’t die … , but I will … make your life worse than death… …” Blair said brokenly. Flora’s mind was blanked out by the successive accidents, and she instinctively yelled at Blair. “Are you fucking stupid? It’s worth risking your life! How much hatred do we have!”

“I … will … definitely … win over you …”

Blair was wheeled into the operating room before Clayton came over at the news.

“How’s Blair doing?” Clayton asked Flora with a ragged breath.

Flora was pale and leaning against the hospital wall, she had never seen Clayton so nonchalant, and Blair’s place in his heart was evident.

“I’m asking you, talk!” Clayton hissed as he squeezed Flora’s shoulder with one hand.

“In resuscitation.” Flora replied dryly. Thinking about what Blair had said and the fact that she had shielded her head when she crashed over, she added. “Don’t worry, it should be fine.”

“What do you mean it should be fine!” Clayton looked at Flora with a look that could have killed her, “If anything happens to Blair, I’ll make you pay for it!”Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

“Sir, Miss Symon has lost too much blood, her life may be in danger.” A nurse rushed over and said.

“Arrange for a blood transfusion!” Clayton yelled.

The nurse was startled and said with trepidation. “But … Miss Symon’s blood type is RH negative. The hospital … doesn’t have any spare blood …”

Flora’s eyes widened abruptly, at this moment she realized Blair’s intention, everything was calculated so perfectly, just waiting for herself to fall into the net.

Clayton’s gaze turned to Flora and said coldly. “Take her to get a blood transfusion!”

“I won’t!” Flora shook her head as she stepped backwards. “I didn’t mean to run into her, she jumped on me! I’m not going to die to give Blair a blood transfusion!”

She couldn’t be left to die like that!

“What are you still standing there for, take her!” Clayton said angrily.

Flora was being carried to the transfusion site, her fingers glued to the wall, her eyes red. “Clayton you bastard! I deserve to die because you feel for Blair! I’m not giving her any blood, not a drop!”

Clayton frowned at the struggling Flora, not the slightest bit of pity, coldly grunted. “That’s not up to you!”

Flora’s strength was no match for several men, and was half dragged, half carried into the blood transfusion room, the cold needle tip into the veins under the skin.

Watching her blood flowing back into the transfusion bag, Flora’s heart was infinitely sad. In the past three years, Clayton really has no love for himself, in his heart, he may not be worth a dog.

“Mr Ward, still … want to continue? Miss Symon lost too much blood, may also … need … ”

“Then continue!” Clayton said with an icy look in his eyes.

The little nurse wiped down the beads of sweat seeping from her forehead and cautiously said . “But the blood collection volume has been exceeded, if we continue, Miss Wood will also be in danger.”

Flora has given up struggling, her originally pale face is now even more bloodless, quietly sitting there like a fragile porcelain doll.

Such Flora made Clayton irritable, and he growled in annoyance. “No one is allowed to get hurt !”

“This … Mr Ward, you are too difficult for us, but please make a decision as soon as possible, Miss Symon’s situation is not optimistic.” The doctor said warily while looking and Clayton’s face.