Chapter 417 Gone Mad
The blood transfusion device had one end stuck in Isabella's arm and the other in Lova's.
As soon as the machine kicked in, bright red blood started flowing through the clear tube, slowly making its way into Lova's frail body.
Lova took one last look at Isabella before she closed her eyes.
Suddenly, the door flew open, and Esme burst in. "Quentin, don't kill Bella. Please, don't!"
Quentin frowned and blocked her. "Mom, we agreed on this. How can we back out now?"
Esme clung to Quentin's arm, tears streaming down her face. "Quentin, I love Lova, but Bella is my child too! How can we sacrifice Bella to save Lova? If Lova were awake, she'd never agree to this! Quentin, I'm begging you, let Bella go. She has a husband, a child. She's already been through so much. Her happy life is just beginning; why would we mess that up?"
Esme sobbed as she knelt on the floor.
Quentin looked down at her, emotionless, and let out a cold snort. "Mom, you say you love Lova, but you're willing to abandon her now? Anyone can give up on her, but I won't.To save Lova, I'll do whatever it takes."
Esme was furious. "Quentin, how can you?"
Quentin cut her off. "Mom, it's done. No one can stop me today!"
He signaled to someone nearby, and two people stepped forward, grabbing Esme by the arms and dragging her out.
Suddenly, a piercing alarm cut through the room. "Something's wrong! Mr. Black, Ms. Black has no heartbeat!"
Quentin spun around, eyes narrowing as he saw the flat line on the monitor. He rushed to the bedside; a doctor noticed something and lifted Lova's right hand that had fallen off the bed. "Mr. Black!"
In Lova's hand was the tube supplying her with oxygen. At some point, she had secretly pulled it out.
After years of illness, regular air felt like knives to Lova; just a few breaths would make her throat feel like it was being cut. Without the oxygen, she would suffocate in just two minutes. Two minutes ago, Lova had clutched Quentin's hand, begging him not to go through with the surgery, but he had refused. So, Lova chose this way to refuse.
"Lova, Lova!" Quentin bent down, trying to lift her, but her frail frame left him unsure where to start.
An assistant reconnected the oxygen tube and said, "Mr. Black, now's not the time to be sad. We need to resuscitate her quickly; Ms. Black still has a chance!"
"Right, right!" Quentin, snapping back to reality, immediately began a series of resuscitation measures on Lova.
"Lova, Lova," Esme cried out, terrified.
Even though Lova had been in this half-dead state for years, and Esme had long been prepared to lose her, seeing Lova's heartbeat flatline still broke her.
Quentin had no time to pay attention to Esme; he was entirely focused on saving Lova.
They used CPR and a cardiac pacemaker. During the critical golden hour, Lova's heartbeat finally showed a faint return. Her heart started beating again.
Quentin carefully picked up Lova and gently kissed her forehead. "Lova, don't be foolish. I won't let you leave me!"
One doctor said, "Mr. Black, Ms. Black's heartbeat is very unstable. She seems to have no will to live. If this continues, the situation will be dire."
Quentin gritted his teeth and glanced at Isabella on the nearby bed.
The blood transfusion procedure needed seven hours to completely exchange the blood between Lova and Isabella.
But now, only a few minutes had passed. This small amount of blood was far from enough to pull Lova back from the brink of death! If Lova were conscious, he could hypnotize her to restore her will to live.
"Quentin," Esme was still crying, but her emotions had gradually calmed down. "Quentin, let Lova go. She's in so much pain."
Quentin looked up, his eyes bloodshot. "I won't let her go, even if she dies!"
"Quentin." Esme shook her head, unable to comprehend Quentin's madness.
Lova was clearly on her last legs and had lost the will to live. Why was Quentin so fixated?
Esme had always known Quentin and Lova had a deep bond, but she didn't realize that after all these years, Quentin's feelings were still so intense.
One doctor said, "Ms. Black's heartbeat is getting weaker! Mr. Black, should we stop the transfusion? If this continues, both of them might die!"
Esme looked at Quentin anxiously, waiting for him to speak.
This research facility belonged to Quentin, and everyone only listened to him.
Whether Isabella could survive depended entirely on whether Quentin still had a shred of humanity left.
Quentin held Lova for a moment, then he spoke, "Stop it!"
Esme breathed a sigh of relief. "Quentin, thank you."
Quentin glanced at her. "No need to thank me. The blood transfusion is stopped, but I just thought of another surgery."
Esme was stunned. "What surgery? Lova is already so weak. Quentin, she can't take any more."
Quentin's hand gently caressed Lova's cheek, a faint smile on his lips. His gaze appeared tender, yet that tenderness seemed to be laced with poison. The words that flowed from Quentin's mouth were even more chilling and heart-wrenching.
Quentin said, "I want to take Lova's heart and put it into Isabella's body."
As these words were uttered, not only was Esme shocked, but the assistants nearby were also left utterly stunned. This was a crazy idea!
Quentin held Lova's fingers and said, "I didn't think it through. Lova values beauty so much that even if we transfused all of Isabella's blood to her, she might still struggle to accept her appearance when she wakes up. But it's okay; I can swap their hearts. This way, Lova can continue to live and still be beautiful."
Quentin's face was filled with a kind of madness.
For Lova's rebirth, Quentin was no longer just obsessed; he was on the verge of insanity.
"Quentin," Esme wanted to say something, but someone suddenly rushed in, urgently saying, "Mr. Black, Marvin has escaped!"
Quentin's eyes narrowed. "Let him run; why panic?"
The person said, "But didn't you say before..."
"It's not important now." Quentin put Lova down. "Prepare for a heart transplant for Lova!"
Quentin paused, then he looked at Esme. "Mom, you should go back and wait for my news."
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