Chapter 4

The live stream comments momentarily froze.

Garcia's face instantly turned deathly pale.

"What do you mean? Are you some kind of psycho taking revenge on society?"

"My son has never hurt anyone. What did he do wrong!"

Gabriel also completely exploded in rage.

"You vicious woman!"

"You're using my son's life to extort us, aren't you?"

"I'm telling you, if you don't come today, I will dig you out and tear you to pieces!"

I continued typing.

"Your son's life is worthless in my eyes."

"Save your money to buy him a coffin."

I disconnected directly. The internet completely crashed.

#Cold-blooded Volunteer Curses Sick Child#

#Gabriel Corporation Heir in Critical Condition#

#Citywide Search for RH-Negative Blood Volunteer#

These topics instantly dominated all trending lists.

The netizens' anger reached its peak.

My work phone began to flood with text messages.

All were death threats from unknown numbers.

"Die a terrible death, bitch!"

"I've already found your approximate address. You're dead!"

"This kind of person doesn't deserve to live. The police should just forcibly extract her blood!"

I sat in the dim room, quietly looking at my mother's face in the photo.

"Mom, do you see?"

"The people who killed you are about to experience the taste of losing a loved one too."

At this moment, there were less than four hours left before that child would be brain dead.

The director of City Central Hospital sent me another long text message.

"Miss Antoine, the child's heart rate has already begun to drop."

"Mr. Gabriel guarantees he absolutely won't hold you accountable for what you said in the live stream."

"We've already arranged the best car and bodyguards to pick you up."

"Even if it's for your own reputation, please come forward."

I finished reading the message and casually deleted it.

I stood up and walked to the closet.

Since they wanted to see me so badly, and the entire city was seeking justice for them.

Then I would personally make a trip to the hospital.

I wanted to stand outside the emergency room and watch that child take his last breath with my own eyes.

Pushing open the door to the emergency room floor at City Central Hospital, the corridor was already packed with people.

Everywhere were internet celebrities holding up phones live streaming, and reporters from various media outlets.

Seeing me appear, camera flashes instantly lit up like a sea.

Gabriel and Garcia immediately pushed through the crowd, desperately rushing toward me.

So many years had passed, my features had long since matured.

Plus I'd maintained a cold expression for years, my temperament had changed dramatically.

Gabriel's eyes were completely red. He only looked at the volunteer badge on my chest, not carefully examining my face at all.

In fact, if he had been slightly calmer and looked carefully.

He could have completely recognized from my current features his once most-despised daughter.

"Volunteer, you finally came!"

Gabriel excitedly reached out to grab me.

I stepped aside, looking at him with utter disgust.

"Mr. Gabriel, speak plainly."

Gabriel glanced at the dense cameras around us and lowered his voice.

"It's too chaotic here. Let's go to the director's office to talk privately."

I stood in place, coldly refusing.

"Let's talk right here."

"Didn't you want the whole internet to cyberbully me?"

"Then let's livestream to the whole internet now and talk in front of everyone."

Gabriel's face stiffened, a flash of displeasure in his eyes.

But for the sake of his son in the emergency room, he could only forcibly swallow his anger.

He waved at his assistant, and cameras from all the major media outlets instantly aimed at us.

"Volunteer, whatever conditions you have, just name them."

Gabriel suppressed his anger, putting on the airs of a superior boss.

"As long as you go in and donate blood to save my son right now, you can name any condition."

Just then, Garcia suddenly rushed out and fell to her knees in front of me with a thud.

"Please, I'm begging you, save Nelson!"

"Gabriel and I have been married for twenty years. We only had this one child!"

"He's only six years old. He can't die!"

I looked at her pretentious face, feeling nothing but disgust.

Twenty years? The timing was perfect—exactly the year she forced my mother to death.

I laughed coldly.

"Married twenty years before having one son?"

"Haven't you two considered that maybe you've done too many immoral things and received karma?"