Chapter 445 Oliver Explodes: Who Dares Touch My Son? (1)
As Oliver hung up the phone, his expression darkened. He took the car keys from Sarah's hand, his voice dangerously low. "Jacob's in the hospital. We're going there now."
Sarah didn't question him, just followed closely. At this moment, nothing else mattered—not Ellie, not Electra—only Jacob, their son, took priority. Oliver even forgot he'd been drinking as he slid into the driver's seat.
Sarah got in beside him. As she fastened her seatbelt, Oliver made another call, this time to Matthew.
He didn't bother with formalities. "Matthew, if Jacob has so much as a hair out of place, the Moore family will have me as their enemy for life."
Matthew remained silent on the other end.
Oliver tossed the phone aside and accelerated toward the hospital. The windows were down, letting in the night air.
Sarah sat quietly beside him. At a red light, a warm hand covered hers. He didn't speak, and she didn't pull away. Right now, she needed that warmth.
Thirty minutes later, they arrived at the hospital wing.
In Evergreen City Hospital's most expensive room, Oliver and Sarah found Jacob sitting on a sofa. Their son appeared unharmed, but his sleeve was rolled up with a white bandage at the crook of his elbow—clear evidence of a recent blood draw.
"Daddy," Jacob called softly as they entered.
Despite his fury, Oliver approached Jacob gently, stroking his head. "How much blood did they take?" he asked, keeping his voice calm.
Jacob pressed his lips together. "500 milliliters."
"500 milliliters?" Oliver repeated quietly.
His gaze shifted to the Moore family members in the room—Matthew, Nicholas and his wife, the Vaughns, and a three-year-old child lying in the hospital bed.
Oliver snapped. He grabbed Nicholas by the collar and delivered a violent punch that sent blood spattering. Nicholas, unprepared for such brutality, couldn't defend himself against Oliver's powerful build and street-fighting experience.
The violence stunned everyone present. They knew Oliver was dangerous, but hadn't imagined this level of savagery.
Oliver didn't stop with one punch. Two more followed, breaking Nicholas's nose.
When Vaughn tried to intervene, Oliver seized him and slammed him against the door.
Then he turned to Matthew, pointing an accusing finger. "You took 500 milliliters of blood from my son without even a phone call? To save your great-grandson? What about Jacob? Doesn't he also carry Moore blood? He's only seven years old! Are you even human? Did you think he had no parents? That I was dead?"
He focused his rage on Nicholas, continuing to beat him mercilessly in the hospital room.
"For every drop of blood you took from Jacob, I'll beat that much out of you," he snarled. "Otherwise, you Moores never learn."
Nicholas's wife rushed forward, screaming, "How dare you! Jacob is a Moore too—what's wrong with him giving blood to save my son?"
Oliver grabbed her by the hair and slapped her hard across the face.
"You think I won't hit a woman? Who said we're family?" he retorted.
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