Chapter 394

In the bedroom, Olivia peeked her head out of the door and turned back to help Winnie up. She said, "Winnie, it seems like Lawrence received a call from the doctor. It seems like there's something wrong with his mother. He left in a hurry."

Winnie raised her fatigued eyes slightly.

Outside the door, Elliott's wheelchair was pushed in from the adjacent room but stopped short of entering the bedroom. George stood nearby as Elliott sighed heavily, overcome with pain and regret. "Winnie is sick too, all because of the Ordelia family's misdeeds. We've lost Oscar, a perfectly fine child. It's my fault for being useless and unable to help her.

"George, I've figured it out; she should return to her true family. When will Carlos from Trento City and the Blanchet family come to acknowledge her, as you told me? Lawrence is so unreliable. Winnie needs a family to rely on!" Following Oscar's kidnapping and disappearance, Elliott was eager for Winnie to receive strong protection and rise above her circumstances.

George sighed silently, using sign language to communicate with Elliott. "It should be soon. I've already sent Ms. Granger's token to him, and the head of the Blanchet family has also come to pay respects at the Lymington Mausoleum. He can easily find Winnie, but with such a large family, preparations are needed to formally acknowledge her as his daughter."

Elliott understood that Winnie held the status of an illegitimate child, while the Blanchet family was rumored to be a powerful aristocratic family in Trento City.

Lawrence drove to the hospital.

The raindrops tickled his expensive suit, leaving it slightly damp as he hurried through the corridors with his long and purposeful strides. The sign "Oncology Department" loomed ahead, casting a dark shadow over them. His mother's specialist had asked him to wait there once he arrive.

Given his towering height, it was easy to overlook anything at a lower eye level than his. As he rushed forward to the oncology department, he accidentally bumped into a girl.

With a "thud," the girl's test results slipped from her hands and scattered on the floor, causing her to be knocked down. Her lace hat also fell off in the commotion, and a faint medicinal scent lingered as she released her grip. She lay sprawled on the ground.

Lawrence was stunned and noticed that the girl's lips were pale. He had always been noble and rarely personally helped someone after bumping into them. But at this moment, Bryan was not by his side.

Lawrence bent down, picked up those checklists, and heard the nurses exclaim as they passed, "A female patient fainted there!"

Seeing the girl still unconscious, he eventually frowned and picked her up from the ground. He wanted to put her on a chair and leave.

However, as he gently settled her into the seat, the girl's long hair tumbled aside, revealing her small, delicate face. The man's gaze froze slightly at the sight. At first glance, he almost thought it was Winnie.

However, after a brief moment of astonishment, he carefully looked again and realized that it wasn't her. Lawrence immediately felt a strange sensation in his heart, and his grip loosened quickly.

At this moment, the girl weakly stirred and gazed up at the man with confusion. Her voice was clear and sad, "Thank you. Just put the checklists next to me."

Lawrence was indifferent, bending down to place the checklists next to her. Inadvertently, his gaze scanned the documents and caught sight of the word "incurable." The life expectancy prediction was one to two years.

He suddenly understood that this girl in front of him was seriously ill. However, the typically indifferent man showed no hint of sympathy.

"Sir, please give them to me." The girl seemed taken aback, as if she hadn't expected him to look at the checklists. Suddenly, she stood up, her slender hand holding a pink handkerchief. She lightly coughed, her long hair cascading gently, revealing her fair and pure facial features, which hinted at her fragile condition.

She came to collect the documents, her hand trembling ever so slightly.

"Are you okay?" Lawrence couldn't help but ask, glancing at the nurse beside him, ready to call for help.

"It's okay." The girl smiled bitterly, but tears welled up in her eyes and dripped onto the man's sleeve. She hastily apologized, her lifted teary eyes. "Which patient who comes here isn't mentally prepared? Sir, do you also have family waiting here for the results? I wish her good health, unlike me."

She coughed in a pitiful manner, and her smile resembled Winnie even more. Lawrence couldn't help but take another look, his lips cold and pursed.

"Goodbye." The girl nodded gently to him and left on her own.

Lawrence stood there, about to look for the elevator.

Suddenly, a medical assistant ran over and respectfully said to him, "Mr. Rodriguez, Dr. Moore is in the laboratory. Several experts have been invited for the final consultation on your mother's blood test. Once the disease is confirmed, they will immediately come to you. Can you wait for half an hour?"

Lawrence's heart sank at this news. He pondered what kind of disease required repeated consultations with experts. Until the results came out, he could only nod helplessly, feeling at a loss.

As he turned to search for a cigarette, he realized that he was still holding a blood test resultwhich was probably dropped by the girl from a few moments ago. Lawrence glanced at the blood test resultand saw the words "RH negative blood type," causing him to pause once more.

Given his mother rare blood type, he naturally paid attention to the words, "RH negative."

That girl actually had the same blood type as his mother, what a coincidence. He then thought about the girl's striking resemblance to Winnie.

Lawrence took a puff of his cigarette and, without his assistant by his side, turned around and personally followed the girl out of the hospital.

The girl had to walk quickly. In the drizzling rain, Lawrence soon saw her figure without an umbrella. She was thin, pale, as though she could be carried away by the wind.

When the girl reached an alleyway, she was suddenly surrounded by three or five thugs. The papers in her hand fell on the ground.

One of the thugs picked them up and quickly scanned them. "Lifespan is only one to two years. Tsk, such a pity for such a beautiful girl. A beautiful patient, from a wealthy family, right? Judging from your temperament and delicate skin, we've been observing you for a few days and always seeing you come for results. You haven't experienced the taste of a man yet, have you? Such a shame to die. Come here, little sister, let your big brother take care of you," said one of the thugs with a cheeky tone.

They forcefully pushed the girl against the wall and held her down. The rain poured heavily, soaking her long hair and innocent face, emphasizing her vulnerability. Amidst the downpour, her face showed only despair and resignation. She made no attempt to resist, her hollow eyes betraying her fear.

The secluded alley was filled with the sound of rain that covered up any evidence of their sins.

Lawrence stood at the entrance of the alley, his eyes squinting coldly. He wasn't one to meddle in other people's business, but as he stared at that similar face, he furrowed his brows and casually threw away his cigarette butt.

In the next moment, his towering figure disappeared into the rain. In just a few moves, cries of pain filled the air, and the thugs writhed on the ground in agony.

The girl cowered and covered her head. After the ordeal, she inhaled deeply and slowly raised her bewildered doe-like eyes, spotting the man. She seemed surprised and relieved at the same time. "Sir, how come it's you again?"

With gratitude in her gaze, she walked passed those thugs and approached Lawrence. The girl coughed painfully a few times, her face pale and her eyes were bloodshot red.

Lawrence's gaze was indifferent, and he didn't even take off his coat to help her. Other than Winnie, he had never taken interest in any other woman on his own accord.

She thanked him in a low voice, her eyes tender with gratitude. "Thank you. You've gone out of your way to help me again. Let me find a way to repay you."

"I couldn't simply stand by," Lawrence said curtly, handing her back the blood test results. "Is there no one accompanying you?"

"I have a maid, but she's gone to get the car." She bit her lip, clutching the test results.

Lawrence glanced over, not saying much. He then turned his head and stared at her face, remaining silent for a few seconds before inexplicably asking, "Do you know Winnie?"