However, Wilson was now drawing 400 milliliters of blood every month!

"Don't you know how dangerous this is?!" She glared at him, feeling a surge of anger rising within her.

But she couldn't understand why she was so angry.

Was she angry because he prepared blood for her in secret? Or was she angry because he neglected his own well-being? Or perhaps it was some other reason...

"So what?" he replied calmly, his gaze resting gently on her. "Clara, this is the only way I can help you. I know it’s hard for you to trust me now, but... I want this baby to be born safely more than anyone else in the world. I want to make sure that nothing goes wrong for you."

He paused briefly before continuing, "It's just 400 milliliters at a time. Even if it's once a month, it's nothing. I promise you, I'll take care of myself and make sure my body is fully healthy."

Because, besides his blood, his body also contained his liver... His liver was very important too.

If her condition worsened, he could