421 Chapter 421: I Don’t Allow You To Die

"Mom, it won't threaten your life if you donate some blood in the hospital." Nate held his mother's hand. "Please, just a little of your blood, and it can save Fannie's life!"   

Mrs. Bass was displeased, and there was a sneer on her lips. "What? You start to care about Fannie now?"   

"No, I don't!" Nate denied it at once and seemed determined. "Once she's cured, I'll arrange a marriage for her. I promise I won't contact her again the moment she's married."   

"What if she contacts you?" Mrs. Bass asked with a calm face.

"I-I can get married too, and I can move abroad!" Nate clenched his teeth and made a hard decision. "Mom, as long as you're willing to save her life, I can do whatever you want me to do."     

Mrs. Bass, however, got rid of Nate's hand and turned to sit by the bedside. "You care about her so much right now. Are you still willing to see me use her blood to extend my life in the future?"    

Nate felt cornered and said, "Mom, if Fannie can't survive today, you won't see your son again!" After that, he slammed the door and left.

Hearing that, Mrs. Bass frowned. She wanted to stop Nate, but he already disappeared from her sight, and she heard the car engine roaring away.

The Knight XV had an abrupt halt and stopped by the road.

Annie's smiling face kept flashing by his eyes, and the last question Fannie had asked him sounded again by his ears. 

Do you like me?

Yes. Yes, I do!

He and Fannie grew up together, and he even had promised to marry Fannie in the future when they were just kids.

However, as time went by, he found out Fannie wasn't just an adopted kid in his family but was also his mother's moving blood bag.

During the past years, Nate had taken great care of his mother and protected her from doing any dangerous things to avoid the recurrence of his mother's hemophilia.

It was a very strange life-threatening genetic disease. If the person who suffered from that disease had a wound on his or her body, he or she would lose three times more blood than ordinary people within a short time.

When his mother found out Fannie's mother had the same blood type as she, his mother kept Fannie's mother by her side and regularly drew off her blood for storage.

His mother had prepared for three whole years before getting pregnant.

Even though his mother still had risked her life to give birth to him.

Nate didn't know his mother's health condition when he was very young and insisted his mother should go climb a mountain with him once.

Unexpectedly, they encountered a landslide, and his mother was damaged by a stone, and her leg kept bleeding.

At that time, Fannie was only seven years old, and her mother laid down her precious life for his mother.

When Nate raised his head again, his eyes were bloodshot.

"How much do you need? We can contact you later once we get some," a man said with a smile on the phone.

"I need it right now! Give me as much as you can provide!" Nate yelled at him.

"It's very rare blood. I'm afraid we can't provide you right away even though you offer a sky-high price," the man said. "Why don't you leave us a number and we'll contact you once we get some."     

Hearing that, Nate said a dirty word, then hung it up.

A while later, his phone rang again. Nate answered it and swore again. "F*ck off, if you can't provide the blood for me right now!"   

"Nate?" Mrs. Bass's voice sounded on the phone.

"Mom..." Nate was surprised.    

"Come back and pick me up. Let's go visit Fannie," Mrs. Bass said.  

"Mom," Nate whimpered. "Sure, I'll be right back home!"    

He started the car again with a broad smile on the face and left for his home without delay. He even didn't realize that tears were flowing down from his cheeks.

Fannie, hang on there for a while longer. I'm coming to save your life!

Mrs. Bass was waiting for him at the gate, and she wiped her beloved son's eyes once she got in the car. "Tell me, are you in love with Fannie?"

"I..." Nate stammered.

"If you don't love Fannie, she's just a tool to extend my life in our family," Mrs. Bass said with a serious face. "If you love her, she might be my daughter-in-law, which is totally different. Think about it twice before you tell me your answer."

Hearing that, Nate nodded without hesitation. "Mom, I love her. I love her! I want to marry her!"   

Mrs. Bass smiled. "Let's go now."  

Nate started the car once more and sped up as fast as possible when it was steady.

This time, Nate was thrilled because he could save Fannie's life and finally confess his love to her.

However, when he ran into the emergency room, the tense atmosphere upset him.

"Where did you go?" Dinah caught Nate's collar and shouted in anger.

"I went to find blood..." Nate got rid of her hands and pointed at his mother, who was walking slowly to them. "I brought my mother here. She has the same blood type as Fannie. We can save Fannie's life now."

Kylie stood up at this moment and walked to Nate's side. She laid her hand on Nate's shoulder and said, "It's too late. I'm sorry, Nate."

Nate's body trembled in fear all of a sudden. "No, no, Fannie is fine! We can save her life now." Nate almost threw Kylie to the ground, and Ethan supported her at once.

"Don't vent your anger at Kylie," Ethan said and gave him a cold glance. Nate turned to look at Stephen. Stephen was an ace doctor, and Stephen wouldn't lie to his face. 

"Stephen, tell me, we can save Fannie's life now with the blood, right?"

Stephen didn't answer his question, but said, "If I were you, I would walk inside to see her face for the last time."

Nate couldn't believe his ears. Is Fannie dead?

He refused to believe it.

"Nate, don't blame yourself for that. It's not your fault..." Mrs. Bass walked over but was pushed away by Nate.

"Don't touch me!" Nate yelled at his mother, then ran into the operating room.

The stinky smell of blood invaded his nose.

The surgical lights were already off, and there was blood everywhere. The blood-stained blue sheet had a bulge, and Fannie's pale and weak hand was bare in the air at one side.

"Fannie?" Nate stumbled over and held Fannie's cold hand with his trembling hand.

He raised a smile and said, "Fannie, I'm here now."

The operating room was so quiet that it was even a little scary.

Nate remained silent for a few seconds, then summoned up his courage to uncover the operating table.

Fannie lay in peace, and she seemed to be in a deep sleep, but her unusually pale face told the heartbreaking truth. Nate gently touched her cheek with his fingers, and mumbled, "Fannie, didn't you say you'll listen to me in the rest of your life? I don't allow you to die now. Open your eyes, please..."