Harry was still thinking that Hayden had met a kind person, but he didn’t expect that it was Summer.

If Summer hadn’t donated her blood, he could always ask others to do it.

“I don’t regret it. I was only thinking about saving that child. I’m not bothered about the child’s background. Don’t drag the next generation into the grudges between us,” Summer said.

Harry thought that Summer was being sarcastic. She knew that he had married Joyce because of Hayden.

“Take this back. I didn’t donate blood to get something in return,” Summer said and handed the envelope over to Harry.

Harry didn’t budge as he stared at Summer. “I won’t take back what I’ve given away. You can throw it away if you don’t want it.”

Summer remained silent and placed the envelope in the reception area. “Mr. Scott donated this to the hospital. Please keep it.”

Then, she left.

Harry watched her going in the direction of the elevator, and he grabbed her arm. “This is the last time I’m asking you. Do you really wan