Jasper Faulkner sat on the sofa, blood flowing out through the tube. Mrs. Faulkner had already gone ahead to prepare nourishing soup for them.
A staff member came out and said, "Second Young Master Faulkner, today’s blood will be sent to the processing center for handling.
The plasma, platelets, and red blood cells will be separated before it’s sent back for storage."
Jasper Faulkner nodded, "Got it."
Usually, he drew blood abroad and then had it sent back, so he wasn’t too familiar with the procedure, which was why the staff explained a bit more.
Caleb Faulkner had already finished drawing his blood. He glanced around, then jumped off the sofa, "Second Uncle, I’ll go wander around for a bit. Call me when you’re done."
"Alright, don’t run off too far." Jasper Faulkner instructed, without suspecting anything.
Caleb Faulkner was the little prince of the Faulkner Family, so he wouldn’t be stopped here; he could easily enter and leave any place.
The cold storage was locked. Normally, he couldn’t get in, but today they had come, and someone was organizing things, so now the door was open.
In the bin at the door was a box that looked like the blood Jasper Faulkner had just drawn out.
He looked around, ensuring no one was watching, then swiftly slipped inside.
The temperature in the blood storage room was extremely low, a faint white mist emerging, making Caleb Faulkner’s teeth chatter. Get full chapters from novel~fire~net
It’s so damn cold. He had to quickly grab the blood and get out.
Caleb Faulkner looked at the boxes on the shelves, carefully identifying the signs on them.
Jasper Faulkner’s platelets... not this one.
Caleb Faulkner... his own, he took a pack.
Finally, Caleb Faulkner found Alaric Faulkner’s name. He opened the box and took out a pack of blood.
Having gotten what he wanted, Caleb Faulkner didn’t linger and immediately ran outside.
He had just reached the door when he heard footsteps, his face turning pale.
Oh no, someone’s coming!
He absolutely couldn’t be exposed as having stolen the blood now, or the paternity test couldn’t be done.
He hastily tucked the blood inside his clothes, then immediately jumped back and pulled it out.
"Geez, so cold, so icy! It’s freezing me!"
Blood taken out from a minus twenty-degree cold storage environment, kept close to his body, could nearly freeze someone.
The footsteps were getting closer, making Caleb Faulkner anxious. He glanced around and saw the box placed at the door.
"Whatever, I’ll hide first and talk later!"
After finishing speaking, Caleb Faulkner lifted the lid of the box, finding only one pack of blood inside, and hurriedly stuffed his blood into it.
"Young Master, what are you doing here?"
It was a staff member from the blood storage, who was looking at Caleb Faulkner and asking gently.
Caleb Faulkner clasped his hands behind his back, his face high and cold, "It’s boring after drawing blood, so I’m just roaming around."
"Then be careful, the temperature in the blood storage is very low. If you accidentally get locked inside, it won’t be good."
Caleb Faulkner’s eyes shifted, "Hmm, got it. I’ll be careful. You go ahead and get busy."
"Okay, if you need anything, you can call me for help." The person nodded.
"Alright." Caleb Faulkner obediently nodded, "Then I’ll go out to find Second Uncle Faulkner first. You go ahead."
After finishing talking, Caleb Faulkner walked out.
The person watched Caleb Faulkner walk away, turned around, and entered the cold storage room.
Blood storage had a time limit. He would take out expired blood for disposal, and today was the day for inventory.
Caleb Faulkner quietly left, carrying a small backpack, and sneaked back again. The person was no longer there.
The box outside the door was still there. Caleb Faulkner smiled and opened the box.
In the next second, the little guy was stunned.
His blood bag was the smallest, easy to identify, but the blood bags of Alaric Faulkner and Jasper Faulkner were the same size and material.
Damn, how did the labels on the blood bags get stuck together?
Caleb Faulkner fished it out and forcefully tore them apart, making the two labels fall out.
Caleb Faulkner looked at the two packs of blood, his face desolate, all was lost. Which one was Second Uncle’s and which was his dad’s?
A few seconds later, he gritted his teeth, "Whatever! I’ll take both to Little Star."
After all, it’s either Alaric Faulkner’s or Jasper Faulkner’s blood, any would do.
"Caleb, where are you? Time to go back."
Jasper Faulkner’s voice came from outside. Caleb Faulkner hurriedly stuffed the blood into his backpack and walked out looking calm.