Chapter 395

Just like he'd said on the phone, Anthony showed up in front of Claire in under two minutes. He'd caught part of their conversation during the call and had a hunch what was going on. Since he was already at the hospital, he wasted no time getting there. When he arrived, Claire was already getting her blood drawn. Anthony's long fingers tightened around the report folder, and his brows furrowed hard. "Didn't we agree I'd do this?" Claire's fingers curled into a fist. The cold needle pricked her vein—a sharp sting at first, then nothing much. She squeezed the little rubber ball and looked up at him with a calm smile. "It's fine. I'm Henry's aunt, so I kinda have to be the one to go first. But hey, if you're feeling generous, feel free to join in." Anthony stared at the blood slowly filling the bag and pressed his lips into a thin line. Then he took one long stride, sat on her other side, and rolled up his sleeve. He wasn't the type to back out once he'd said something—especially not when