Chapter 4

With that, Raymond hung up mercilessly. The maid also left, not forgetting to spit before she went.

My world became quiet again. All I could hear was my own irregular heartbeat.

Everything before my eyes was pitch black. I felt my consciousness growing hazier.

Was I going to die like this?

I didn't dare close my eyes, afraid that once I did, they would never open again.

But I didn't want to die.

Sustained by a single thread of willpower, I actually managed to hold on until the basement door made sounds again.

"Is anyone there... is someone outside?"

"Help... please save me..."

The person outside seemed to hear my plea for help and yanked off the rusty lock hanging on the basement door.

By the faint light, I recognized him as Mr. Carter, a manager from the Blackwood company.

Mr. Carter was frightened by the smell of blood in the basement and staggered back several steps.

"Mr. Carter... it's me..."

I forced myself to get up, but collapsed heavily just as I reached the door.

Mr. Carter quickly caught me and asked what had happened.

I no longer had the strength to speak. I could only clench my teeth to keep from passing out.

Mr. Carter quickly pulled out his phone and called Raymond.

"Mr. Blackwood, Owen seems to be injured. You should come back right away!"

Raymond on the other end of the line immediately panicked.

"What? Jasper just said he wanted something to eat and asked me to buy it for him. How could something happen to him the moment I left? Where is he now?"

Hearing Raymond's anxious voice, Mr. Carter explained.

"I'm not talking about Jasper. I'm talking about Owen, your biological son you just found."

Raymond on the other end paused. After confirming that Mr. Carter had come to the house to deliver documents and heard my cries for help, he laughed contemptuously.

"This kid's getting bolder and bolder. Lies just roll off his tongue now."

"Mr. Carter, just leave the documents and go. Owen is perfectly safe in the basement. You don't need to worry about him."

Though Raymond's dismissive tone confused Mr. Carter, before leaving, he still called 911 for me.

I was in so much pain I nearly died. Through the haze, I seemed to see people lifting me into an ambulance.

But when I woke up again, I didn't receive the rescue I'd imagined. Instead, the pain in my chest grew even worse.

"Ah..."

I couldn't help but cry out in pain. Only then did I notice a nurse beside me.

"Please save me... it hurts so much..."

"If this continues, I'll really die..."

Though anxious, the nurse said hesitantly,

"I'm really sorry, sir. Right now, all the cardiology doctors in our hospital have been assigned to perform a heart transplant surgery. They really can't spare anyone. Can you wait a bit longer?"

My heart instantly turned cold. I was in too much pain to speak. I could only tightly grip the nurse's hand, eyes red, begging her for help.

The nurse seemed to take pity on me. After hesitating, she comforted me.

"How about this -- I'll go ask the patient's family in the operating room if they're willing to spare a doctor to treat you, okay?"

I nodded desperately, hoping fate would favor me just once.

The patient's family member the nurse mentioned seemed to be right next door. I could clearly hear their conversation.

"Mr. Blackwood, another heart disease patient was just brought to our hospital. He looks very serious. Could you spare a doctor to treat him?"

"There's another heart patient? This condition can't be delayed. Send two doctors over."