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