My Little Devil's

The same blood type

Two men with handsome faces in their respective time seemed to sit on the floor directly opposite the door of the operating room Mrs Meeiner who was handled directly by Doctor Karren and Doctor Drew.

The gaze of the two was so cold that it hid the worry from the sidelines of the same dark veins gathered in his sturdy fist that did not stop holding back anger and emotions that could never be dimmed longer.

"Master!"

Jirome approached with Etend an accomplice of Mr. Fernandez. The middle-aged man with greenish eyes approached Mr. Fernandez who was still silently staring straight ahead.

"Master! We've caught the shooter!"

"And there's Marcello!" jirome and Sontak make the jaws both hardened. Maxwell immediately stood up as well as Mr. Fernandez who turned to look at the frozen face of Maxwell who was still exposed to the blood of Mrs Meeiner in the area of the shirt without the suit.

"Why do you care about my wife?"

Hearing that Maxwell immediately gripped Mr. Fernandez's Jacket with a gaze so deadly. Stored anger in this brown bead and it was bigger than before.

"YOUR WIFE? AFTER WHAT YOU DID TO HER YOU STILL CALL HER YOUR WIFE???!!" Snap Maxwell on. His mind was wrinkled his brain was very tangled. Anxiety, and fear of it suddenly filled his head just as he saw his Mommy used to take life.

As if having the same character, Mr. Fernandez-pun jerked Maxwell's hand grip with the jaw in the thin and neat sideburns growling.

"You don't think I know your plan. Ha?? You deliberately used Meeiner to straighten out your foul intentions!!"

"You are worse than me" said Maxwell, giving his disgusted face because even though he was emotional and in a state of anger, he certainly would not be able or dare to kill the people he loved.

"She's your wife but you made her bait. Hmh!"

"What's different about you. Ha?" hiss Mr. Fernandez with the corner of his lips hurt because of the hit Maxwell hot fist earlier. Honestly the pain was still clearly gnawing on his jawbone. This guy is really amazing.

"You sent your bed woman to my territory!,

" Say it again!" pinta Maxwell already wanted to strangle Mr. Fernandez who saw himself on Maxwell.

Well, in terms of character and character. Maxwell plagiarized even the level of patience is only a thin difference.

Seeing the two are still bound by a strong ego Jirome immediately spoke up to end all this.

"Master! Marcello's been arrested and in front. What do you want him to do?"

"It's none of my business!" ketus Maxwell seemed indifferent but if his fists could say then he would scream violently wanting to dart into the heart of the man.

In contrast to Maxwell who held back his wishes, Mr. Fernandez actually went straight to where the man below followed Etend.

But, before he was really far away all of a sudden Doctor Karren came out of the operating room with his face covered in a medical mask.

"Master!"

"How's it going?" jirome asked but Doctor Karren looked at Maxwell leaning against the wall behind him with both hands on either side of his pants pocket.

The flat face both made him tremble to talk but Maxwell's gaze seemed to urge him to make a sound.

"Mrs need blood donations. It's an emergency and the blood stock in this hospital isn't enough. We only have 2 bags of blood available and Madam needs one more!"

Maxwell remained silent as if petrified but he was thinking. When Mr. Fernandez turned around here he was a little relieved because maybe this bastard had a solution.

"What's wrong?"

"We need another bag of blood for Madam, sir!" doctor Karren replied tucked into anxiety because the situation was really critical.

Maxwell stared intently at Mr. Fernandez's flat face that seemed unable to answer directly.

"Maybe the Madam's family or. a. her children?" dr. Karren carefully feared offending Mr. Fernandez who took a deep breath.

"Bring that son of a bitch here!" he told Etend who wanted to leave but Doctor Karren interrupted immediately.

"Miss Violet's blood type is O while Ms. Meeiner's A-and mismatch. Master!"

Mr. Fernandez was silent as were all of them. Means Violet is not Mrs Meeiner's child with Mr. Marcello as she said earlier. Maxwell who already knew about Mr. Marcello and Violet can only be silent because he also waited for the results of the Test came out.

But, hearing A-type blood in Maxwell's brain his blood type was the same.

"Siaall!!" alas, Mr. Fernandez pulled out his phone to contact some of Mrs Meeiner's distant family but if you think again it's useless because it takes time to come here.

"Spread all over this place about searching for that blood type immediately in 5 minutes!!"

"good. Master!" Etend immediately rushed away while Mr. Fernandez rubbed his face rough.

Honestly, he was very worried, especially if the accusation was really far from reality.

"Look at. I'll make you confess everything!" furious Mr. Fernandez was coldly hot to see Mr. Marcello soon but he could not leave Mrs Meeiner who was fighting life in there.

Doctor Karren who could only silently observe the cold faces of these two men. They do have their own way of reducing anxiety to look calm but both hands clenched together.

In fact, Jirome could see his master breaking out in cold sweat and had never seen Maxwell's state like this before.

I know when I saw Fernandez want to shoot him in the head you immediately changed plans. The master! This should not be your wish point.

Inner Jirome could not ask anything. He hoped there was Evelyne who could embrace this burly body until he was a little warmer or relaxed.

"Master! Is it still a long time? We only have 10 minutes!"

"HOSPITALS THIS BIG BUT YOU DON'T PROVIDE A BAG OF BLOOD. HAA??" hard Mr. Fernandez is also confused by the insistence of Doctor Karren who is also in pursuit of time. They have limits in operating on patients and if it passes then this will be fatal.

"Master! We only have two stocks and it's less. I beg you to find that soon or Madam really.."

"My blood!"

Their gaze was immediately fixed on Maxwell who was still with a cold flat face.

"You?"

"4 minutes from now!" adamantly Maxwell did not criticize Mr. Fernandez who was silent with his empty face.

Doctor Karren was also surprised with Jirome but he immediately nodded because this was urgent.

"Mr. doesn't suffer from chronic pain or.."

"Take whatever you need!" sela Maxwell rolled his arms up showing the bulge of the muscular muscles.

He walks after Doctor Karren who rushes to do his job amid Mr. Fernandez's complicated gaze.

Maxwell who realized that could only remain silent. He prefers to go into a special room not so far from the operating room to check blood and transfusion with Doctor Karren who told him to lie on the bench.

"Have you eaten, sir!"

"Hm" Maxwell muttered without a word. He lay there in a cage with a burly body looking perfect wrapped in this white shirt.

"I'll just take one bag because.."

"You're just estimating. Take more than that!" sternly Maxwell without looking at Doctor Karren who swallowed his saliva heavily. Maxwell's words were true and he could not deny.

"But, if I take more than one bag it could be later.."

His words stopped when Maxwell was looking intimidatedly. As a result, Dr. Karren rushed to do the blood transfusion process with hopes that Maxwell would swallow it.

"He and Mr. Fernandez are the same. Both of them must be very worried but still do not want to show it,"

Doctor Karren's mind stabbed the needle into Maxwell's vein. There was no pain or pain that Maxwell showed. He just silently stared straight up with sweat continuing to come out on his forehead.

"Mommy!"

Maxwell's inner face was covered with the blood of Madam Camillia. He felt very scared and unsettled considering that Madame Meeiner was also on the verge of death.

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