"You?"
Everyone's gaze turned.
It was Alison Sexton who had spoken.
Effie Keith instantly lost her temper, "Alison Sexton, what do you mean?"
"Playing the good Samaritan?"
"You're coming? What are you coming for? Get out!"
She was Old Master Keith's granddaughter and staunchly objected to the blood transfusion.
Now that Alison Sexton had stood up to offer her blood, wasn't this a slap in her face?
William Cole chuckled, "If you don't wish to help, it's one thing, but are you stopping others from helping too?"
"William, stop talking. Can I provide my blood?" Alison Sexton bit her lip.
William Cole nodded, "Yes, but are you sure about it?"
"I'm sure!" Alison Sexton didn't hesitate.
"Alright."
William Cole took out a razor-sharp pocket knife, grabbed Old Master Keith's hand, and made a cut in his palm.
A trace of blood appeared!
Then, he took Alison Sexton's hand.