Chapter 69

Chapter 69 I Advise You Not to Provoke Me Just as Palmer said, Zayla had already divorced Simon and had nothing to do with the Russo family. Why was Palmer so domineering?

Just because Simon saved her?

If Zayla had been able to choose, she would have chosen to be hit by the light frame rather than let Simon save her.

Moreover, she could have avoided it at that time…

Zayla stood up from her seat.

“Mr. Russo, I can understand your worries about your son, but there are surveillance cameras in the venue. It is clear whether I needed your son to save me or not when the light frame collapsed. Is it so difficult to make a conclusion after looking at the surveillance video?

“Also, the 160 million dollars I got was the joint property. The person who cheated during the marriage is your son. Why should I leave with nothing? Just because the Russo family is powerful?

“Then may I ask what you contributed to the current Russo Group’s status and the Russo family’s property?”

The answer was nothing.

Palmer was not good at doing business at all. In terms of architecture, he was a complete amateur. If not for Simon, the Russo family would have collapsed long ago.

Now, why did Palmer care so much about Simon’s life? Was it really just because Simon was his son?

Huh! Zayla sneered in her heart.

Palmer was worried that if Simon died, the Russo family would have no support and completely collapse.

Zayla’s expression was cold when her eyes met Palmer’s.

She straightened her back calmly and took a step forward.

Provoke Me “I advise you not to provoke me.”

Zayla’s entire body exuded coldness. This was her warning.

She was warning Palmer.

This was the first time Palmer had seen Zayla like this, and it was also the first time be had heard her speak in such a tone. He was momentarily stunned.

Suddenly, there was the sound of footsteps…

Lucy and Ophelia also came to the hospital.

Since the Russo family had come, there was no need for her to stay.

Zayla was ready to leave.

Just then, the door of the operating room opened, and a nurse hurried out.

“The patient is bleeding heavily and needs a blood transfusion urgently. The blood is being transferred, but it will take time. Who has an AB-negative blood type?”

“Me. Just use my blood,” Palmer shouted.

The nurse refused. “No. Direct relatives’ blood can’t be used.”

“I can donate my blood.”

Norah rushed over and shouted.

Norah glanced at Zayla, walked past, and raised her chin proudly as if saying, “Can you save Simon?”

Norah looked at the nurse and said, “I have an AB-negative blood type. You can take my blood.”

“No,” Palmer said resolutely.

“Why?” Norah turned to look at Palmer.

Lucy and Ophelia also looked at him.

Simon had a rare blood type. It would take time to transfer the blood from the blood bank, and direct relatives could not donate blood.

Then Norah was the only one whose blood could be used.

At such a critical moment, why did Palmer refuse?

Palmer sensed everyone’s gaze and immediately explained, “Norah just had a miscarriage. She hasn’t recovered yet. How can she donate blood to Simon?”

Palmer’s words made a bit of sense, but Norah’s expression was very anxious as if she wanted to steal credit.

“Palmer, I’m fine. I can give Simon my blood.”

“Don’t mess around. If something happens to you, how can I explain it to your dad?” Palmer stopped her once again.

The nurse looked at Norah and was also worried. “You just had a miscarriage. You can’t donate blood.”

Lucy looked at the operation room door. Her face was pale, and her legs were soft. Ophelia quickly supported her.

“What should we do? What should we do?”

As a mother, Lucy was tortured by the fact her son was in danger.

The nurse looked at her watch and said, “Without the matching blood, we can only wait…”

“Use my blood.”