Chapter 176
With Owen hurt in a car accident, there was no time to waste after all. This hospital was the closest one, so it would have to do for immediate treatment.
Trembling, Alfred opened the car door and stepped out, yet couldn't bring himself to enter the building. The thought of Owen, bloodied and injured, made his legs quake; he could barely stand, let alone walk...
He stayed at the entrance, pulling out his phone. "I'll contact the blood bank. You rush in and take care of the hospital fees," he instructed the bodyguard, who nodded, understanding Alfred's age made him sensitive to such shocks, and went inside.
Alfred contacted the best hospital in Cuenca. Owen had an Rh-negative blood type, the kind this tiny hospital surely wouldn't have on hand. The blood had to be dispatched posthaste.
"Last night, we had an emergency with a mother who shared Owen's type. We used up all 4 pints we had," the blood bank manager's voice came over the phone, causing Alfred's vision to blur as he nearly passed out again.
He drew a deep breath. "When is the earliest you can get more?"
"The earliest will arrive by eight o'clock tomorrow morning.”
Alfred closed his eyes tightly, despair washing over him.
Tomorrow at eight was too late; Owen couldn't wait that long!
Hanging up, his fingers shook as he dialed Ivan's number...
At the Winston Group, Ivan was in a meeting when his phone began to vibrate on the conference table. Glancing at it, he saw Alfred's name. Alfred seldom called during the day; he'd been with the Winston family for over forty years. Only lately, with Owen sneaking out of the house, did Alfred's calls become somewhat more frequent.
It seemed Owen was being defiant again today.
Ivan gestured for silence, and the room fell still. He hit the answer button and spoke, "What's the matter?"
"Sir, it's my fault — I didn't keep a close eye on Owen. He snuck out and there's been an accident!" Alfred's voice was choked with emotion, "He’s been in a crash. There's a lot of blood... he needs a transfusion. But Cuenca's out of his type. We won't get more till tomorrow morning at eight. Sir, please... think of something!"
Ivan shot to his feet, his chair clattering to the floor.
He wrenched open the conference room door and stormed out, his composure gone.
Meanwhile, in the conference room, his colleagues exchanged bewildered glances, "What on earth just happened?"
Luke could barely make out the voice on the other end of the phone; all he caught was that something had happened to Owen.
"Well, that'll be all for today. Meeting adjourned," he stated with dispassionate brevity.
He grabbed the paperwork and exited the conference room just in time to see Ivan pressing his temple, looking as though he might pass out at any moment.
Luke rushed toward him who had already slipped quickly into the elevator.
Once the dizziness subsided, Ivan managed to say to Luke, "You head to the hospital and keep watch. I'll figure something out about the blood supply."
Ivan hurried to the parking lot, slid behind the wheel, and dialed a number: "Do you have any Rh-negative blood in stock?"
"A woman hemorrhaged last night and drained our whole supply of the negative-type blood here in Cuenca. Mr. Winston, what do you need it for?"
"My son, he's been in an accident and needs blood..."
"Owen's in trouble? Right, I remember, he's Rh-negative! I did his blood work when he was born, he got that blood type mostly from his mother. Mr. Winston, you need to get to Owen's mother, fast!"
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