Chapter 162

Calliope jerked her head up, only one thought racing through her mind-save Mom. "Lucien!" She rushed over. "You're O-type blood, right? Please-help my mom!" Seeing her pale, fragile face, Lucien responded instantly, "Don't panic. It's a blood transfusion, right?" Calliope nodded hard, eyes welling up again. They were still short a few donors. Who else could she possibly ask? Suddenly, someone grabbed her hand. Conrad stepped up beside her, brows knitting. "Brandon and the others are almost here. Hang tight." Lucien's gaze landed on their naturally intertwined hands, and he let out a cold, scoffing smile. "Not your mom, of course you're calm." He turned sharply to the doctor. "Where do I go to donate?" The doctor quickly said, "Follow me." Just as Lucien moved to follow, Angelina gripped his hand tightly. "Lucien, I heard donating blood can really hurt your health. You've been working around the clock, plus you're in the middle of this fight with the Hilliards-can your body take this?"