"Has Uncle been injured again recently?" Evelyn clenched her fists, her gaze lingering on Harrison Grant.
Harrison Grant paused while arranging the equipment and shook his head.
No injury, yet pulling this?
While Evelyn Clayton was filled with doubt, Harrison Grant was also nervous, fearing she might notice something.
When the original heart was transferred to Summer Monroe, he hadn’t anticipated repeatedly asking Evelyn Clayton to blood.
But he was always good at acting; turning around, he displayed a guilty face: "Evelyn, Uncle had no choice."
Evelyn Clayton looked coldly at Harrison Grant in front of her.
Treating her as a mobile blood bag and then claiming to be forced, she’d heard this argument more than three times.
She stared at him for a long time, and only when Harrison Grant’s smile grew stiff did she slowly withdraw her gaze.
A favor has a day to be repaid, just as her blood has a day to stop being drawn.
If Harrison Grant doesn’t understand this truth, she’ll make him understand.
Before Harrison Grant could breathe a sigh of relief, Evelyn suddenly said: "But I too have a secret."
"I went to the hospital for a check-up before, and the doctor said I have severe anemia. If Uncle continues drawing blood , I’ll surely die here." Evelyn spoke earnestly, and her sleep-deprived, pale complexion boosted the credibility.
Upon hearing this, Harrison Grant immediately realized she did not want to blood anymore, and his expression turned sour. Chapters first released on nοvelfire.net
Being an old fox, he quickly composed himself: "How could you not tell Uncle about something so serious, Evelyn?"
"However..." He shifted his tone, not giving up: "Uncle truly needs it urgently this time. Since your health is poor, we’ll take a little less this time and make it up after you’ve recovered, alright?"
Speaking, regardless of whether Evelyn agreed, he donned sterile gloves and picked up a syringe, preparing to act.
"Is Uncle Grant intending to use force?" Evelyn had long seen through his intention, always vigilant, and backed to the room door before he could approach.
She could turn around to enter, locking Harrison Grant outside.
Seeing this, Harrison could no longer maintain his good-guy image: "Evelyn Clayton, think through it, if you won’t supply blood for me, don’t expect to survive in Stratusburg!"
"Stratusburg isn’t dominated by the Grant Family alone; trying to blacklist me is a bit challenging. Besides, can Uncle still speak up within The Grant Group?"
Having torn the facade, there’s no need for courtesy anymore. Evelyn was fed up with the charade of repaying favors.
A mocking smile appeared on her lips as she watched Harrison’s face turn as black as a pot’s bottom.
She continued to prod his sore spot: "Isn’t James Grant about to completely marginalize you? It won’t be long before The Grant Group truly changes hands."
"Uncle Grant, sometimes, it’s futile not to accept aging."
"Enough!" Harrison Grant glared at her, trembling with anger with the syringe in hand.
Evelyn suddenly felt danger looming and tried to run into the room, but Harrison Grant unexpectedly yanked her hair.
"Evelyn Clayton, how can you not see your own status clearly? Just a bit tangled with that unfilial son, and you think you’re stepping into the upper circle? Dim-witted fool!"
"I... Ah!" Her hair was yanked forcefully, as if to lift her scalp, making Evelyn cry out in pain: "Let go of me!"
Age caught up with Harrison, and after controlling Evelyn for a moment, he was sweating profusely.
He ignored the sweat, pinning Evelyn’s arm down, the needle about to pierce her skin.
Just then, an elderly woman suddenly barged in.