"If worst comes to worst, we’ve still got that batch of Rh-negative blood we stored for Miss Grant. No way she’s getting hurt," Ethan reassured, worried Alexander might question it.
"Head to the hospital and tell Tristan—cut the tricks. If the Knights wanna acknowledge her, fine. If not, Vivian couldn't care less," Alexander said coolly.
"Got it, Mr. Brooks."
Outside the door, Vivian stood frozen.
A chill crept over her heart like a sudden gust of cold wind.
She had only just found out that she and Tristan shared the rare Rh-negative blood type. But Alexander had known all along?
He even went as far as storing blood for her…
Right now, part of her wished she’d just stayed clueless.
Sometimes, isn't it better not to know?
“Miss Grant?” Ethan opened the door and
