The Foreign Softness

##Bab 68 Blood Gold

Until the sound of footsteps could be heard on the stairs. His father Fifth Young Master, the commander whom I had not known his name until now, rushed down the stairs while holding the handle of the stairs.

As soon as Siska saw her husband coming down, she immediately pulled her daughter up and walked over, "Honey, look at your son, as soon as he came in, he slammed things, as if he was going to kill people. Look, he's been scaring Jesicca!"

Maybe because I was old I just gave birth to a daughter. The commander loved the little princess very much. When she saw her little daughter crying, she looked into the messy hall. At that moment, he went into a rage. He walked over and raised his hand, then slapped the Fifth Young Master twice. He pointed at the Fifth Young Master angrily and said, "A brash child, you rebelled in front of your father, you are the son that your father nurtured and did not teach your mother!"

As he said the son that your father nurtured and did not teach your mother, Fifth Young Master laughed, but that smile turned into a deep irony in his eyes, "Yes, the child that the father nurtures and does not teach the mother. My mother's been dead a long time! He worked hard for the Gunawan Family. Today is the day of his death, while you? You and your little wife and daughter were happy together, and my mother died a long time ago from exhaustion for your sake. She was alone in the wilderness, with no husband to erect a gravestone for her, no man to love her and build a beautiful tomb for her. In her husband's eyes was only her little wife!"

Plaque!

The commander gave Young Fifth Master another slap in the face, "Fuck, your mother is dead, aren't you letting anyone else live again?"

After saying that, the Commander's arrogance finally weakened, he might feel a little guilty. He raised his hand pointing at the Fifth Young Master, "Go, don't let me see you again, than I can't resist and hit you again."

He was really a good father, he raised his hand to tell his son to leave was already a great tolerance. Although I don't know what kind of past between his mother Fifth Young Master and this commander, I feel sad for Fifth Young Master and feel disappointed at this kind of father.

Very clearly, the Fifth Young Master did not gain any affection. The child that the commander loved was the princess and the woman by his side.

Fifth Young Master snorted, his eyes looking ice-cold. He turned and walked towards the door. Fifth Young Master has left and I followed out of the small building.

The slap of the commander was extremely powerful. He is a man who works in the military. Even though he was old, the strength of his hand was still not slow. The entire face of the Fifth Young Master swelled up and the corner of his mouth was bleeding.

After getting into the car, I took a tissue from my bag and opened it. As I wiped the soft and slightly moist tissue at the corner of Fifth Young Master's mouth, the Fifth Young Master's sharp eyes glanced at me.

At this moment, I suddenly felt sad for this man.

Compared to my orphan status, I feel that people like Fifth Young Master are more pitiful. He had a father and had a high standing, but this father did not love him.

After I wiped the blood from the corner of Fifth Young Master's mouth, he said indifferently, "Thank you."

His tone had lost all anger and vigor just now, but there was a clear trace of sadness in his eyes.

When he returned, Fifth Young Master seemed to turn into a different person. He drove the car quietly and did not speak, but I could see the sadness in his eyes.

The Fifth Young Master took me to his apartment and I followed him upstairs. The Fifth Young Master sat on the sofa and crossed his hands on his cheeks. I saw crystal tears flowing in his eyes.

"My mother had worked hard for the Gunawan family all her life, she served her parents and raised her uncle, but my father was married to another woman instead. Today is the anniversary of my mother's death. Fifteen years ago, when he died, even I couldn't afford to buy a shroud for him. While my father, he lived in that little building with that woman. They live and eat well. I went to the village chief's house to call him, he was celebrating the woman's birthday, he didn't even answer the phone."

The more Fifth Young Master spoke, he looked increasingly sad and he suddenly started crying.

This is the first time I have seen a man cry, the saying that men do not cry easily, simply because they have not reached the limit of their sadness. For a person like the Fifth Young Master, he also had a moment of sadness to the point of crying miserably.

I unwittingly placed my hand on her shoulder. I wanted to comfort her, but I didn't know what to say to make her feel more comfortable at the moment.

I can only pat her back.

This time it was the most vulnerable Fifth Young Master I had ever seen, not the domineering man in front of others, but a child who saw firsthand his mother died of illness and did not get any help.

The cry of the Fifth Young Master suddenly stopped, he looked at me with red eyes. Suddenly he realized something, he immediately got up and rushed to the bathroom.

I knew that she must have been hard to accept because I saw such a fragile side of her.

The voice of the Fifth Young Master came from the bathroom, "Go, don't say anything about the matter today!"

Fifth Young Master was still as domineering as ever.

I let out a sigh of relief. Good thing she's okay. I left his apartment before Fifth Young Master came out of the bathroom.

Along the way, I thought, what kind of person is the mother of the Fifth Young Master? She wants her husband to fall in love with another woman, while she lives in her hometown to serve her in-laws and raise her uncle?

I remember my parents whom I had never met. I don't know what kind of people they are. Why did they leave me outside the orphanage? Do I still have brothers and sisters?

I went to the store and cleaned up all the things that fell during the earthquake yesterday. Fortunately, only the chandelier was damaged and some other items fell, but were not damaged. I ordered a new light and just left.

However, before I boarded the bus back to the apartment, my phone rang with a number that I was very unfamiliar with.

I answered her and the sound of women crying came from inside, "Are you Miss Clara? I'm Denis' adoptive mother."

"What happened to Denis?"

My intuition told me Denis' foster mother wouldn't call me for no reason, she always planned to avoid me.

The voice of the foster mother's cry, "Denis was severely injured and needed a blood transfusion, but I had no money to buy blood in the hospital and the hospital did not have the blood he wanted. Can you come to donate blood?"

"I'll go there, tell me where you are."

I roared, fire as if it was gushing out from my chest. My son, he's so badly injured that he needs a blood transfusion.

The frightened voice of the adoptive mother trembled, "Child Hospital."

I hit the bus door hard, "Sir driver, stop the bus!"

However, the car only drove for a short while and would not stop until it reached the next stop. I worried about my son at all costs and I waited until the next stop restlessly.

I quickly jumped off the bus, hurriedly stopped the taxi and went to Children's Hospital.

There were no fatalities in the quake, but many people were injured, especially children.

When the earthquake came, Denis was not injured. However, when she came out with her adoptive mother, she was hit by a car. The car fled. Her adoptive mother took the blood-soaked Denis to the hospital, but she was told that Denis needed a blood transfusion. The adoptive mother had no idea how much the medical expenses and blood plasma money would be spent, so she was terrified.

So, he thought of calling me. I am the birth mother of that child and I will never let go of that child.

I rushed to the ward with a face full of sweat. I saw a little boy who was unconscious and covered in gauze on the bed. The intense sadness made me cry without making a sound. My poor son is again being tormented by pain.

But this is not the most painful thing. The doctor's words made me fall into endless despair. My son turned out to have RH negative blood, commonly known as golden blood. It is not a matter of money or money, but there is absolutely no such blood in the blood bank of the hospital.

Seeing me in a daze, her foster mother hurriedly pulled my clothes, "Aren't you her real mother? Are you trying to save him?"

I shook my head, "My blood can't save her."

There was nothing I could do, tears running down my cheeks.

The foster mother immediately fell to the ground, "How is it possible? Aren't you her mother? Didn't you give birth to her? Why are your blood types different? Why?"

I was also stunned, but suddenly I remembered something. I picked up my adoptive mother's phone and quickly pressed a row of numbers on it, "Come, hurry up, she's just like Denis has golden blood. He can save Denis!"

The adoptive mother was dumbfounded, she suddenly picked up the phone and excitedly called the number.

When Candra's calm and authoritative voice came from inside, the adoptive mother cried, "Sir, are you bleeding gold? Please save my son! I beg!"

Candra was silent for a moment, then I heard her faint voice and slightly pouted, "Who told you I was golden blood. Why should I save your son? You just find somebody else."

"No sir, please, I'm only one child. This boy is my life, please save him!" shouted her foster mother.

At this time, the treating doctor could not take it anymore, he took his adoptive mother's phone and said to Candra, "Sir, saving lives is better than building a place of worship. If you have the same blood type as this child, you better save him. Save him, however it is a life."

Candra had already hung up the phone and the doctor sighed, "Let's find a way to appeal online to see if anyone with the same blood type can come and save the child."

As her adoptive mother's body trembled, we began to register and post on the Internet. In my mind, it was as if there was a war in my mind. My son is dying and Candra refuses to come to his rescue. Do I have to tell him the truth?

Ask him to come and save his son?

No, Candra can't wait for this kid to die. If she finds out that Denis is the child she told her to abort, she probably won't save him.

Just as I was panicking, I heard a familiar male voice outside, "Who wants a blood transfusion?"

That man is Candra.

I was so happy that Candra came here, but my intuition told me not to reveal the true identity of this child. I immediately ordered to her foster mother, "Don't tell her that this child was adopted by you, if she knows that this child was born by me, she won't save her. You have to say that this is your real child!"

The adoptive mother nodded again and again with a confused face. How could he know the matter that existed between Candra and me? He had no time to think about it, so he rushed out, "Sir, my son is here ...."

Candra is here, my son can be saved, as long as I don't show up.