I Read Their Tragic Fates, and My Family Reads My Mind?

Generally speaking, direct relatives should not give each other blood transfusions unless absolutely necessary.

This is because such transfusions are more likely to cause complications and side effects, and the chances of triggering latent hereditary diseases are also greatly increased.

As a reader with an omniscient view of this world, Arabella knew Zachary Donovan’s true identity, but Hugh Donovan did not.

So, at his insistence, the nurse transfused his blood into Zachary Donovan.

What was originally just a head injury with significant blood loss requiring a transfusion ended up causing much more severe complications because of that transfusion. A perfectly healthy child was nearly lost.

Seeing this, Arabella Donovan almost rolled her eyes. She felt sorry for the child for having such unreliable parents.

’I get it, the kid’s identity needs a dramatic reveal, but aren’t you two a bit too unreliable as parents? Especially you, Hugh Donovan. Something this major, and you don’t even discuss it with the boy’s actual mother? You make a unilateral decision that nearly costs the child his life. To put it nicely, it was an honest mistake. To be blunt, it was dangerously negligent!’

’No wonder the mom took the kid and ran as soon as his condition stabilized. Even though Sabrina Donovan later softened and forgave him, and the family reunited, who could give that child back his perfectly healthy body? Not to mention, these side effects will almost certainly shorten his lifespan. If things go wrong, his parents will be burying their own son.’

Rochelle Rowland was already panicking, and hearing this, she finally couldn’t take it anymore. Her legs went weak, and she almost fainted on the spot.

Mrs. Donovan was startled and quickly stepped forward to support her. "Are you all right? Do you want to go upstairs and rest for a bit?"

Rochelle Rowland gripped Mrs. Donovan’s hand tightly, leaning against her. "My chest feels a little tight. I don’t feel well."

Mrs. Donovan understood immediately. "I’ll help you upstairs to rest."

As Rochelle Rowland went upstairs with Mrs. Donovan’s support, Arabella Donovan and Eloise also hurried over, asking with concern, "What’s wrong with Aunt Rochelle?"

"It’s probably just a bit stuffy with so many people. I’m taking her upstairs to rest. You watch over your little sister and find some pastries for her. She barely ate anything just now. We’ll be down in a little while."

Eloise Donovan nodded in understanding and led Arabella Donovan in another direction.

The moment Rochelle Rowland reached the second floor, she was suddenly full of energy again, frantically pulling out her phone to call her son.

She had wanted to listen to more gossip about her son, but the moment she heard her newfound grandson might be in trouble, she couldn’t sit still.

She suddenly remembered calling her son that afternoon before leaving, asking if he would be coming with her. He had told her that Sabrina had to work late, so he might have to pick up Zachary. He asked his mother to give the gifts he’d prepared to his two "sisters" and said he wouldn’t be coming along.

Wasn’t this situation exactly the plot point Arabella Donovan had just described?

Rochelle Rowland’s first call to Hugh Donovan went unanswered.

As the worst-case scenario flashed through her mind, her heart felt like it was about to leap out of her chest. But there was nothing she could do but call her son’s number again and again.

Fortunately, on the fifth try, Hugh Donovan answered.

Just then, a few of the female relatives who had been watching the commotion downstairs realized something was wrong and followed them up.

But seeing how flustered and anxious Rochelle Rowland was, they didn’t dare ask any questions. They just stood quietly to the side, listening to the mother and son’s conversation.

"Hugh, you finally answered. Where are you right now?"

The voice on the other end was faint amid a lot of noise; the sound of people running around could be heard intermittently.

"Mom, is something wrong? Why are you calling now? Zachary just got his head split open by a brat at daycare. He lost a lot of blood and is in the emergency room right now. I..."

Before Hugh Donovan could finish, a nurse rushed out of the emergency room. "Who is the patient’s family? The patient has lost too much blood and needs a transfusion, but he has rare RH-negative blood. Our hospital’s supply might not be enough."

"I’m also RH-negative. I can give him my blood."

Hearing Hugh Donovan’s words over the phone, Rochelle Rowland lost all composure and shrieked, "No! No, absolutely not!!!"

Hugh Donovan, who hadn’t moved the phone away from his ear in time, was nearly deafened by the sudden, piercing scream. After a moment, he asked, "Why?"

"Because he’s your son." Rochelle Rowland couldn’t worry about anything else, focused only on saving her poor grandson. "Zachary is your and Sabrina’s son. Your biological son."

At these words, Hugh Donovan was completely stunned.

"Mom, what nonsense are you talking about? How could Zachary possibly be my child?"

The nurse standing in front of Hugh Donovan froze, her face a mask of shock as if she’d just stumbled upon some major gossip. Still, she maintained her professionalism and added, "It’s true that we don’t recommend transfusions between direct blood relatives unless absolutely necessary. Can you find any other donors with the same blood type?"

"The Sixth Hospital! The Sixth Hospital has blood of your and Zachary’s type. Call Director Webb quickly and have him transfer some over."

Hugh Donovan and Zachary Donovan had both inherited their rare blood type from Rochelle Rowland’s husband. Two years ago, her husband had passed away from an illness. The Sixth Hospital had operated on him several times, and they always had to scramble for a blood supply before each surgery.

Ever since then, Rochelle Rowland had been very mindful of this issue. She spent a great deal of money to establish a foundation, just in case Hugh Donovan ever ended up like his father and needed blood.

She never imagined that in the end, her son wouldn’t be the one to use the blood—her grandson would be the first.

Hugh Donovan’s mind was a complete mess. He dialed Director Webb’s number purely on instinct, telling him to hurry up and send the blood.

After hanging up, Hugh Donovan seemed to snap back to his senses and immediately called Rochelle Rowland back.

"Mom, what is going on? Is Zachary really..."

"It’s true. It’s a bit complicated. I’ll explain the details when I get back. Have you told Sabrina about Zachary?"

"...Not yet."

"Tell her after the surgery is done. I’ll head back later, and we can talk it over as a family. Until then, you are not to breathe a word of this to Sabrina. Otherwise, you’ll see how I deal with you."

Rochelle Rowland had lost all faith in her son’s ability to keep his mouth shut. Right now, she just wished he would be a mute and wait for her to get back and sort out this mess.

Rochelle Rowland hung up and turned to face the curious gazes of her relatives, especially her fifth aunt-in-law.

"Sister-in-law..."

Before her fifth aunt-in-law could finish, Rochelle Rowland cut her off. "It’s true. Zachary just got into a fight at daycare, was injured, and needed a blood transfusion. If my call hadn’t been timely, Hugh probably would have really given him his blood."

The fifth aunt-in-law gasped. "So you’re saying that child really is..."

"More than likely, yes. That child is my grandson. He’s Hugh and Sabrina’s son."

At this declaration, the room erupted in an uproar.