NovelStartChapter 1102 Ivan Was Jealous Along needle was stabbed into her arm. Feeling sorry for Jennifer, Ivan felt jealous.
His expression changed. Frowning at Zack, he could tell his father-in-law was worried more than a father worrying for his son.
Zack muttered, "Can | transfuse my blood to Tristan? I'm not sick." He cared for his daughter's health.
However, he seemed to worry about Tristan more.
The door of the operating room was shut, so the two men had to peer in through the glass window.
Several doctors were surrounding Tristan, stitching his wound.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIvan consoled himself that Jennifer had done so to avoid worrying about her father instead of caring about Tristan. His thought made him feel much better.
Suddenly, he found Tristan's gaze glued to Jennifer all the time.
Although the doctors were dealing with his wound, Tristan looked happy instead of suffering.
Ivan sucked in his breath and couldn't continue watching any longer.
The next second, he pushed the door and entered the operating room, emanating cold stress. Everyone in the room looked up at him.
Jennifer was shocked. "Why are you here?" Ivan looked into her eyes with a gentle smile. Standing before her, he seamlessly blocked Tristan's gaze.
His butt was facing Tristan.
Therefore, the latter had to withdraw his gaze and return to the present.
Soon, the blood transfusion ended.
After a doctor pulled the needle out, Ivan pressed a cotton ball against the pinprick in her arm. Feeling sorry for her, he didn't remark on it.
Then he helped Jennifer stand up and squeezed her closer. "Shall we go home?" Jennifer looked up at him. "I..." Ivan interrupted, "There are doctors. You've lost much blood. You should take a rest." Then he gently pulled her towards the door.
When Jennifer realized what was happening, Ivan took her out of the operating room.
"Dad," Ivan nodded at Zack and said, "We'll go hnow." Then he quickly took Jennifer away.
Jennifer didn't have a chance to speak to her father but only looked back at him worriedly. Then Ivan squeezed her into the elevator.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Ouch! It hurts," she grumbled.
Ivan removed the cotton ball. "The blood has been stopped. Make sure to put a hot towel on the wound later." After reaching the first floor, Ivan strode out of the lobby with her in his arms.
Then he pulled the passenger side door of his Lamborghini and prompted, "Sit in." He was too anxious, unwilling to let her stay in the hospital any longer.
Jennifer got in and buckled the seat belt. Then she watched him start the engine.
She could tell he looked upset. For a moment, she was tongue-tied.
"Did the blood bank lack blood?" Ivan looked ahead icily. "What's wrong with this hospital?" he asked unhappily.
Jennifer knew he was angry and explained, "lI don't know. Dad wanted to transfuse his blood for Tristan. | was worried about him, so | asked the doctor to use my blood." "When will you transfuse your blood to me?" Ivan was still jealous.
Jennifer wanted to heave a sigh. She coaxed him, "Our blood type doesn't match. | cannot. Why are you jealous? As | explained, | was worried about Dad." "Tristan was the man injured." Jennifer couldn't find a word to retort.
"lI am not jealous," Ivan added. However, he was fuming. "I'm only worried about you." "Donating the blood isn't a big deal. | donate blood every year." Jennifer emphasized, "Besides, Tristan was injured for saving my life." "Do you feel sorry for him?" Jennifer looked at him again. "Enough is enough!" She could feel the air in the car was full of his jealousy.
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