C119 Special Blood Type

Violet Hunt's mind reeled with a thunderous crash, her body seizing up in shock.

Stanley Murphy, fearing she couldn't withstand the strain, stepped behind her.

Should she collapse again, he'd be there to catch her.

"What do you mean, 'not good'?" Stanley's gaze bore into the nurse, urgency lacing his voice.

Justin Murphy straightened up, shedding his usual nonchalance