Chapter 226 Fannie is Your Daughter
Patricia caught her breath as .
Martin's questioning made her keep stepping backwards, her eyes darting around guiltily.
The more guilty she appeared, the heavier the cloud of suspicion weighed on Martin's mind.
Seeing her unwilling to reveal even a single word, Martin turned to the nurse., "Don't mind her., Ggo and save Fannie. We'll go through the voluntary blood donation process; it doesn't require her consent as a friend."
Indeed, the procedure could be done without a relative's consent.
The nurse saw this as a viable solution and nodded., "Okay, then you'll need to sign a voluntary consent form for blood donation., Tthe process is a bit more complicated.
Come with me;, I'll guide you through it..."
Martin gave his assent.
As they were about to leave, Patricia, gathering strength from somewhere, suddenly rushed over and grabbed Martin's arm, her voice filled with emotion., "No, you can't donate blood to Fannie., Ddirect relatives can't donate."
At her words, something flashed through Martin's mind.
Just as he was about to sort through his thoughts again, Patricia yelled, "You’reYou are Fannie's biological father!, Yyou can't donate blood!", just like Charles."
Martin stood there, stunned as if struck by lightning, forgetting how to react.
He had thought of a million reasons, but this one had never crossed his mind.
He thought Patricia was angry with him for causing Fannie's condition, so she refused to let him donate blood, never considering it was because he was Fannie's biological father.
Seeing him silent, Patricia's long-suppressed emotions finally collapsed, and she began to pound on his chest., "Now you know.? Fannie is your daughter. You're not a good enough father. SheIf it weren't for you, she wouldn't have had the accident if it weren't for you, so it's. It's all your fault., Yyou've hurt your own daughter, and now she's lying in the emergency room. If anything happens to her, I'll never forgive you untilfor the day I die."rest of my life."
Martin let her beat on him, his gaze sweeping over the bystanders.
He noticed that aside from the nurse, Jade, Frank, and Charles all had calm expressions, not overly surprised by this revelation. So, everyone knew Fannie was his daughter, except for him?
So, everyone knew Fannie was his daughter, except for him?
A surge of unprecedented anger welled up inside him.
He grabbed Patricia's hands firmly, his voice fierce with inquiry., "Why? Why didn't you tell me? NoneWhy did you keep it a secret? If you had told me earlier, none of this would have happened if you had told me earlier."."
Thinking of histhe cruel words he had said to Fannie today, he wished he could slap himself.
How could he!
How could he say such cold things , cruel words to a five-year-old? child?
How heartbroken and disappointed Fannie must have been at , how disappointed in her father! The
At this thought, even the normally stoic man's eyes began to well up, a lump forming in his throat.
Patricia understood all too well that his words were true. None of this would have happened if
If she hadn't kept the truth hidden. , none of this would have happened.
She was the real culprit.
"Uh..."
Unable to bear the reality any longer, Patricia burstcollapsed into tears.
"You're right. It's, it's all my fault; all of it., everything is my fault. If I hadn't kept the truth hidden, Fannie wouldn't be in this situation if I hadn't hidden the truth...", it's all on me..."
Seeing her cry so heartbreakingly, Charles's heart ached. He ran over and embraced her, his little hands gently patting her back, and he yelled at Martin, "Who are you to blame my mommy? If you hadn't left her for Debbie five years ago, would she have taken me and Fannie away? If it weren't for the fear of you snatching Fannie and me, would Mommy have kept us hidden? If you hadn't pushed Fannie, would she be angry and refuse to tell you her relation to you? It's your fault, yet you blame my mommy.What right do you have to blame my mommy?"
"If it weren't for you divorcing my mommy for Debbie five years ago, would my mommy have taken me and Fannie away?"
"If it weren't for the fear of you taking me and Fannie, would mommy have kept us hidden?"
"If it weren't for you pushing Fannie, would she be angry and refuse to acknowledge you?"
"It's clearly your fault, yet you blame my mommy."
"Do you know how hard it wasis for hermy mommy to study, earn money, and raise us while studying and making money? At?"
"Just now at the kindergarten school gate, Fannie finally confessed that already told you she's your daughter, but you didn't believe her and insulted her, callingaccusing her a liar. of lying."
"Today is our fifth birthday, yet you made Fannie spend it in the emergency room. ."
"If anything happens to Fannie, not just mommy, I won't forgive you either!"
Fannie was the sister he had cherished and held dear all this time!
But now, she was harmed by her own father.
How could he not be heartbroken, how could he not be sad?
How did things turn out this way?
Martin staggered under the weight of Charles's wordsshouting, his legs nearly giving out, almost collapsing to the ground.
Any more explanations at this moment seemed pale and weak.
The reality hit him hard:was that he had indeed caused his own daughter to have an accident on her fifth birthday, and now she lay in the emergency room, her fate unknown.
TryingThe nurse didn't want to steer the focus backget involved in their family affairs, but with the patient's condition being critical, she had to the urgent matter, the nurse interjectedinterject, "I'm sorry to interrupt, but the patient's situation is really urgent. Can you still contact any friends?"
Sapping back to the pressing need, Martin responded, "Just a second."
WithKnowing his daughter awaited waiting in the emergency room for a lifesaving transfusion, Martin knew there was no time for self-reproach. The priority was to find AB blood type immediately, so he swiftly took out his phone and called Alan.
"Immediately pull up all employee records from the Langley Group and have those. Bring all employees with AB blood type come to the hospital! My daughter needs a transfusion."
"Daughter?" Alan's voice
Alan was filled with surprise. completely taken aback.
When did their boss haveget a daughter?, and why didn't he know?
Martin frowned and snapped, "No time for questions;, hurry up! If you delay the rescue, don't bother coming in tomorrow."
"Got it!"
Alan shuddered, not daring to delay a moment longer. After, and after hanging up, he immediately pulled up the company's employee records. —
Alan was very efficient.
In no time at all, he had contacted a dozen of the nearest AB blood type employees and relayedto the order to themhospital.
They rushed to the hospital as fast as they could, undergoing blood.
Blood typing, blood collection, crossmatching, and then transfusion.
To be safe, Martin had each person donate 400 milliliters of blood for reserve.
Watching bag after bag of plasma being taken into the emergency room, Patricia clutched Jade's hand so tightly that her nails dug into her skin. Jade was too worried about Fannie to notice the painhis skin.
Jade, too worried about Fannie to feel the pain, stood by her side.
Martin, dazed, stood outside the emergency room, dazed, with images of Fannie's adorable little face flashing through his mind. Scenes of their time together flickered by, reminding him of what he had taken for granted. like scenes from a movie.
Only now did he belatedly realize the truth that had been in front of him all along: he had a daughter,.
He had another child whomdaughter.
Thinking of how he had once despised and plannedFannie, even planning to send her away to her biological father just to get her out of his sight.
The realization of his foolishness weighed heavily on him. The pain, he wanted to kick himself.
Why had he been so foolish?
To not have realized she was his own daughter.
And to have treated her that way over and over again.
How much it must have caused her pierced through his heart, leaving the hurt her!
The man who had always stood at the top feelingnow seemed so alone and desolate, enveloped in a profoundshroud of sadness.
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