Chapter 957

No.1

Her lips curled slightly. "Watch your words, Xavier. I'm married now. Saving you was just basic decency."

After all, a life was at stake.

Even if Xavier deserved the worst, he should face justice alive.

"What's a married woman doing here, then?" Mrs. Stapleton snapped. "Shouldn't you be at home tending to your husband instead of leading my grandson on? He comes from a respectable family!"

The words were downright vicious.

"Mom!" Vincent cut in urgently.

"Mother, Ms. Sinclair was just trying to help," Madam Zade added quickly.

No.2

Since when was this how you treated someone who saved a life?

"Quiet!" Mrs. Stapleton turned on her. "You don't even care about your own son, and now you're pretending to be noble?"

She gave Evelyn a once-over. "Girls these days are full of schemes. So what if she's married? Who's to say she isn't after our family's fortune?"

Xavier's besotted expression made it clear he was still hung up on Evelyn. Yet the old woman insisted Evelyn must have seduced her precious grandson.

Madam Zade fell silent under the scolding.

Vincent frowned. "Mother, there's nothing between Ms. Sinclair and Xavier."

Though he doted on his son, he'd heard about Evelyn and Julian Ashford. He didn't believe a word of the ugly rumors.

No.3

With Evelyn's qualities, she didn't need to cling to anyone.

Just as Mrs. Stapleton was about to retort, a nurse burst in frantically.

"Emergency! There's been a blood type mix-up!"

"What mix-up?" Mrs. Stapleton looked bewildered.

Xavier bolted upright. "What about my blood type?"

"This patient is RH negative," the nurse said, rushing to the IV stand. "We accidentally gave him O type! This is bad!"

"What kind of hospital is this?" Hugo Lee exploded, more agitated than the family. "Do something!"

No.4

The nurse fumbled to remove the IV.

Xavier turned pale. "Am... am I going to die?"

Madam Zade clutched her son's hand while Mrs. Stapleton panicked, glancing around helplessly.

"Wait." Evelyn spoke up suddenly. "Maybe there was no mistake at all."

"Impossible!" the nurse snapped. "The patient has a rare blood type, and this bag is clearly labeled O!"

Evelyn smirked. "If it were truly mismatched, 15cc would be lethal. He's had nearly 100cc and is perfectly fine. How could it be wrong?"

Vincent was the first to understand.

No.5

He looked at the blood bag, then at his son. The label indeed read O type, but Xavier showed no adverse reactions beyond fear.

"What's going on?" Madam Zade murmured, utterly lost.

The situation was too absurd for anyone to process quickly.

"Either the label is wrong," Vincent said sharply, his gaze piercing Xavier, "or..."

His eyes turned icy.

"How could it be O type?" Madam Zade muttered. "You're RH negative, I'm AB... Xavier couldn't possibly be O..."

"The hospital messed up!" Hugo jumped in, rounding on the nurse. "This is unacceptable negligence!"

No.6

Vincent had already composed himself. "Run another blood test on Xavier."

He stared at his son's increasingly panicked expression. "Let's get to the bottom of this."

"What's there to get to?" Hugo blustered. "Vincent, have you lost your mind? Don't you know your own son's blood type? The hospital obviously mislabeled it!"

"Is that so?" Vincent said coolly. "When I donated earlier, I watched them tag it as RH negative myself."

"So—" Evelyn Sinclair interjected with crisp clarity, "the hospital records are correct. Xavier Stapleton is indeed blood type O?"

Her words detonated like a bomb in the hospital room.

A stunned silence fell over everyone.

No.7

Vincent Sullivan and his wife froze, their faces drained of color.

If the blood type was accurate, then the only possible lie was Xavier himself.

"Dad! Mom!" Xavier lunged at Madam Zade, clutching her icy hands. "I'm your real son! The son you carried for nine months! The hospital must have made a mistake—you have to believe me!"

Madam Zade stared at him in a daze.

This child she had raised from infancy, poured her heart and soul into...

"Someone is trying to ruin me!" Xavier screamed hysterically, turning to the elderly Mrs. Sullivan. "Grandma, they're trying to destroy our family!"