Pampered by My Secret Husband

Chapter 1285 - 1287: Sophie Sullivan, Are You Deliberately Tormenting Me?

William Guillen was still maintaining the posture from just now, standing there motionless.His gaze was dull as he stared at that door of the Emergency Room.

Sophie Sullivan withdrew her gaze, saw William Guillen, and she couldn’t help getting angry.

The operating room door opened, a nurse rushed out in a hurry, and William Guillen seemed to come back to life, dashing forward and blocking the nurse. "How is she? Is her life in danger?"

The nurse’s face was full of anxiety. "Mister, don’t get worked up, don’t block me, I have to go get plasma!"

"What?" William Guillen’s facial color turned deathly pale.

"The patient has lost too much blood and needs a transfusion now. I have to get plasma; we can’t delay even every minute and every second!" The nurse was already sweating all over her head in her anxiety. She forcefully pushed William Guillen aside and quickly ran off.

William Guillen was stunned for one second, then immediately chased after her.

By coincidence, there turned out to be no Type A blood in the blood bank.

"What are we going to do? The patient urgently needs a transfusion; we can’t afford any delay..."

All along, William Guillen had been following behind. When the nurse finished speaking anxiously, he immediately rolled up his shirt sleeves. "I’m Type A blood, take mine."

The nurse gave him a look, then the two nurses exchanged a glance and made a snap decision. "Test his blood first. If his blood type matches, we’ll draw his."

After the blood test, William Guillen’s blood type matched, and the nurse drew 400CC of blood from him.

William Guillen urged the nurse, "Hurry up and send the blood over, don’t delay!"

The nurse nodded, said a quick thank you, and ran into the Emergency Room.

William Guillen pressed the cotton swab over the needle mark with one hand and quickly returned to the Emergency Room doorway. His facial color became even more ghastly pale than before the blood draw.

Thomas Shannon put an arm around Sophie Sullivan’s shoulder, signaling her to see for herself. Sophie Sullivan let out a cold snort.

Thomas Shannon lowered his voice and said by her ear, "I didn’t lie to you, did I? Lan Singh’s grief is no less than any of ours."

"What’s the use of saying this now? Can it turn back time? Can it make all the harm Autumn Johnson suffered disappear?"

Thomas Shannon tactfully shut his mouth. If he kept talking, he would only infuriate her completely.

At this time, only silence was the best policy.

The surgery lasted more than four hours before it finally ended.

Fluffy Zane was sent into the intensive care ward and was already out of life-threatening danger. The fainted Mrs. Zane had also already been sent into the ward, with the Zane Family’s servant looking after her.

William Guillen followed into the intensive care ward and sat at the bedside, as if he had grown roots there, refusing to leave.

Thomas Shannon came up behind him and tried to persuade him softly, "Lan Singh, you’re tired too. There’s a nurse here keeping watch; nothing will happen. I’ll take you back to rest first?"

"Thomas Shannon, I’m not tired." After William Guillen finished speaking, he fell silent again.

No matter how Thomas Shannon tried to persuade him, he acted as if he hadn’t heard a thing, keeping his eyes fixed on Autumn Johnson.

Sophie Sullivan rubbed her forehead and turned to walk out.

Thomas Shannon turned around and followed her out. Seeing Sophie Sullivan about to leave, he took a few quick steps forward and grabbed her wrist. "Where are you going?"

"To the hotel to rest." Sophie Sullivan didn’t even look back.

Her matter-of-fact tone made Thomas Shannon let out a disbelieving laugh. He tilted his head back with a short, derisive chuckle, then lowered it to look at her. "Sophie Sullivan, are you deliberately torturing me?"

Sophie Sullivan turned back with a baffled look on her face, her eyes gazing at him in confusion.

"You’ve got a home but insist on going to a hotel to rest—if that’s not tormenting me, what is?" Thomas Shannon lowered his voice dangerously. "Don’t forget, you only just officially met my father and mother today, and tonight you’re not coming home for the night. What kind of propriety is that?"