Chapter 50 I Choose My Wife

Seeing that Evelyn finally quietened down, Jessica signaled for someone to hold her down. She instructed, "Don't just stand there. Hurry up and get it done. Draw 20 ounces." Evelyn's face turned pale when she heard that number. Even a healthy adult man could donate, at most, 13.5 ounces of blood. For women who had menses every month, half of that was considered the upper limit. Furthermore, she was pregnant. Drawing 20 ounces at once was a death sentence! The nurses even hesitated to carry out Jessica's order. One of them said in a low voice, "Mrs. Grant, 20 ounces might be too much. With Ms. Hart's condition, I'm afraid she won't be able to endure it—" Before she could finish, Jessica cut her off sharply. "I told you to draw her blood, so do it. Why are you talking so much? She's a daughter-in-law of the Grant family. I'll take responsibility if anything happens." Her eyes were burning with urgency as she fixed her gaze on Evelyn's arm, wishing that she could do the procedure he