“You’re an illegitimate child,” Richard sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. “No matter what, you’d have to donate your blood anyway. It’s not like you have a choice. Don’t act like you’re doing us a favor.”Gerald added, “Yeah, Ottis is in trouble because of you. It’s time you stepped up.”“It's something that you must do,” Tina added, her grin widening since the others were taking her side. “The illegitimate child has to support the legitimate children.”Nodding her head, Evelyn liked how things were going. She even wished that Tedmond could donate his blood so that he would lose tons of blood. It reminded her of the time in the past when she had taken a certain person's blood for no valid reason.The mere thought of it brought a sinister smile on her face.“You know it is the right thing to do, right?” Evelyn said. “Ottis is in critical condition, and you have to donate the blood to him.”Harold remained silent, watching the exchange unfold. He wanted to see how Tedmond would

“Tell me quickly—what do you want in exchange for the donation?” Adeline asked, her voice laced with desperation.Tedmond smiled—not kindly, but with a glint of mockery in his eyes.“What should I ask for?” he said, taunting them, his tone smooth and cruel.The others immediately exploded in rage.“What are you doing, Adeline?!” Gerald demanded.“Weren’t you the one against him having anything from the family?!” Tina bellowed.“How can you give him something?” Maxine added.“You shouldn’t give him a choice,” Evelyn said, turning to Harold. “You should stop her. Who knows what she might hand over? Max doesn’t even have anything from the main family, and now that bastard is going to get something?”Then she noticed Harold’s face.He wasn’t upset. In fact, he was smiling brightly.“What are you grinning about?” Evelyn questioned, eyes wide in shock. “Are you okay with that illegitimate child having something Max doesn’t have?”It was only then that Harold seemed to register her words.“W

Adeline had thought it all through before deciding to provide the fake documents. And since Tedmond didn’t question it and even took his own copy, it was easy for her to realize that he had no idea whether the documents were valid or not.“How would he know?” she asked herself, her lips stretching into a wide grin. “He took the file from me without knowing it was fake.”Hearing that, the rest of the family grew curious. Harold, however, frowned almost immediately.‘Does that mean Tedmond didn’t manage to snatch anything?’ Harold thought, disliking the idea.“What are you talking about?” Tina asked, still not getting it. “How are the documents fake?”Gerald ran a hand through his hair. He had been terrified for a moment, but it seemed Otis’s assets were still safe.“I think I understand what she means,” Gerald spoke up. “Since Otis isn’t conscious and, as his father, I didn’t sign the document, there’s no way Tedmond would get all of Otis’s assets.”That was when the others smiled, mo

Before Tedmond left, he stopped by Otis’s ward—and to his surprise, none of the family members were there.He had thought they all cared about Otis, which was why they had ganged up on him. But it turned out they didn’t care about Otis at all. They probably just wanted to keep him alive for their own reasons.Standing at the doorway, Tedmond looked in and saw Otis lying on the bed, the blood transfusion steadily flowing into his veins. His frown deepened.Not only had Otis harmed him to get him in trouble with the relatives, but he had also ended up receiving his blood. The memory made Tedmond feel irritated all over again.However, on second thought, he felt a bit better. He had managed to take a small dose of revenge on Otis. Once everything in Otis's name was transferred to him, Tedmond doubted the family would have any use for Otis anymore.Just then, Tedmond recalled the seal on the document. Adeline wasn’t the type to make a mistake, especially not by stamping a forged document.

The thought of Tedmond being punished brought a satisfied smile to Otis's face. As long as he was still Otis, the family would care for him and make sure he was well taken care of while he was unconscious.‘Tedmond must’ve been tied up and kept in custody—just in case I woke up. Then I’d decide what to do with him,’ Otis thought, lips curling into a smirk.Growing impatient, he glanced toward the door, wondering what was taking so long. Even the nurse who went to fetch the doctor hadn’t returned yet. He was starting to worry.‘Maybe I’m still dreaming,’ he thought.Just then, the door opened, and the doctor walked in. It was Dr. Richie, wearing a serious expression.Seeing him, Otis relaxed. Richie was their family doctor—someone he trusted. There was no need to worry.“How long was I asleep?” Otis asked.“Forty-eight hours,” Dr. Richie replied, walking over to check on him.“Forty-eight hours?!” Otis yelled, stunned.Two whole days. It felt like much longer. Hearing it had only been