Chapter 458

Morris Harrison fixed Eleanor with a long, penetrating stare, his gaze unreadable. Then, he let out a cold smirk. "So you keep saying… but I just can’t stand to see you die." His words hung in the air, heavy with meaning. "I don’t see you as someone who wants to give up on life." Eleanor lowered her eyes, her face calm, though a flicker of inner struggle danced in her gaze. “I have a scarce blood type.” Growing up, Catherina was the only person she had ever met with the same blood type. Ironically, they weren’t even related by blood. Was it mere coincidence or some twisted stroke of fate? Now, stranded on Pear Blossom Island, the chances of finding a compatible donor were nearly nonexistent. Even if one did exist… Eleanor’s expression dimmed. A blood transfusion could save her, but it would come at a cost. A large amount of blood would need to be drawn from the donor, and if it wasn’t replenished in time, they would likely die. Eleanor could not—would not—trade another’s life for her o