Chloe had known for a long time that Anderson's blood was highly compatible with hers. To her, Anderson was not just her personal guard, but also a mobile blood bank.
Vampires fed on blood, which not only satisfied their hunger but also had healing properties to some extent.
Although this practice was unfair, it had been going on for so many years that it had become an unspoken secret among the upper echelons of the Vampire society.
Having been immersed in this culture, Chloe didn't feel that doing this was wrong, as long as Anderson wasn't bled excessively.
To her, Anderson was not just a guard, but also a close friend of many years.
Seeing his face noticeably paler, Chloe skillfully removed the blood transfusion device strapped to his wrist.
The slight sting from the removal of the thin needle woke Anderson from his slumber.
In his hazy state, a familiar figure appeared in his vision. Anderson slowly raised his eyes, and the first thing he saw was Chloe's face, tinged with a hint of worry.
His lips trembled for a moment before he wearily sighed:
"Young Miss, how are you feeling?"
Hearing this, Chloe replied, "Never mind me, what about you?"
She then raised her hand to Anderson's forehead.
It was ice-cold.
This sudden closeness didn't awaken the guard's usual alertness. Instead, Anderson leaned forward slightly, compliant.
The young man's pupils were deep, his gaze focused, carefully avoiding Chloe's eyes.
"Why are you so cold?" Chloe's tone carried a hint of reproach. "You fell asleep without even covering yourself with a blanket?"
Anderson's voice lowered, his long eyelashes fluttering, "I was already by the bedside when I attached the needle. I was afraid moving around would disturb your rest, Young Miss."
Hearing this, Chloe felt at a loss for words:
"Are you really this stupid or just pretending? I was in such a deep coma, how could I have woken up so easily?"
Anderson didn't answer, his emerald eyes glistening with moisture.
Chloe couldn't bear to see this: "Why are you crying? I'm the one who's injured, not you."
"Help me sit up," she said.
Hearing this, Anderson's body tensed slightly, then he said, "No."
Chloe narrowed her eyes, "Reason?"
Anderson spoke softly, "Your body hasn't recovered yet. The doctor said the drug injected into your body by the Werewolf Race contains many harmful substances. Although they haven't shown effects yet, they will definitely have an impact in the future."
"Until the doctor completely resolves the toxins in your body, it's best not to get out of bed."
Chloe: "..."
Her mind raced, and she finally said in disbelief:
"If I'm in such a critical condition, is there only you by my bedside watching over me? What kind of fake sisterhood is this!"
As soon as she finished speaking, the door to the hospital room was pushed open.
Qin Huaibei, with his head wrapped in layers of bandages, said irritably:
"Oh yeah, your 'fake sister' is here to see you."
Sometimes he really wanted to crack open Chloe's head to see what was inside.
She wasn't concerned about what harmful substances were in the unknown injection from the Werewolf Race, or what damage it could do to her body. Instead, she was worried that her bedside wasn't crowded with her good sisters?
What an absurd train of thought.
Daniel also looked exasperated as he walked in, leaning on a crutch:
"We were just in the room next door. To prevent you from complaining about us behind our backs, even I, a cripple, had to come over to see you."
Chloe blinked, her face showing no sign of embarrassment:
"I knew you wouldn't abandon me! Our sisterhood is greater than heaven and earth... So where's my dear Katherine?"
Having just woken up from a coma, who would want to stare at a bunch of guys' faces?
Where was Katherine, her dear Katherine?
Everyone: "..."
Anderson silently stood up, helped Chloe lean against the headboard, tucked her in, and finally placed a glass of water at the perfect temperature in her hand.
In the midst of her anxious search for Katherine, Chloe sincerely said "thank you" to Anderson, then looked back towards the door.
"Don't bother, your dear Katherine is still unconscious," Daniel said, pulling up a chair to sit down. "That day, Katherine was taken hostage by those idiots from my clan, remember?"
"Their methods were vicious. Although Katherine doesn't have any external wounds, she has a lot of internal bleeding and brain trauma. She's still resting now."
Chloe's face immediately darkened:
"Is that mongrel dead?"
This nickname was one she had always called him silently in her heart, but Qin Huaibei and the others easily understood who Chloe meant. They raised their hands and answered, "Dead, dead as a doornail."
Daniel hugged his arms, looking somewhat scared in retrospect: "Your dad ripped out his heart with a backhanded move. If he didn't die from that, he'd have to be some kind of indestructible monster."
Hearing this, Chloe asked with great interest:
"A backhanded move? He dug out the heart with his bare hands?"
"Yes," Qin Huaibei furrowed his brows, looking very disgusted, "You have no idea how nauseating that scene was."
"You were unconscious at the time, right? Xavier ordered someone to take you back to the manor, while the rest of us went on a killing spree at the research institute. Not only is that mongrel dead, but the entire research institute is probably nothing but ruins now."
"As for that mongrel, saying 'dug out' might not be quite accurate. Your dad thrust his hand into his chest, crushed the heart inside the chest cavity. When he pulled his hand out, all we could see was his hand full of crushed bits."
The scene was blood-curdling even just to imagine.
Chloe's eyes widened in disbelief: "Xavier is that fierce?"
Doesn't he have severe mysophobia?
Daniel glanced at Chloe's pretty face and said helplessly, "If I had a daughter like Chloe, I'd rip out the heart of anyone who dared to harm her and boil it into soup for the dogs."
Chloe: "..."
She smiled faintly: "Who's your daughter? Keep talking nonsense, and I'll break your other good leg too."
Daniel immediately realized he had misspoken and gave himself a slap on the face.
Seeing this, Chloe raised an eyebrow slightly: "There's no need to be so obedient."
Daniel laughed: "You're the most severely injured, of course we have to pamper you, don't we?"
Chloe glanced at Daniel's lame leg, then at Qin Huaibei's injured head, thought of Katherine who was still unconscious, and finally lowered her gaze to look at herself, unharmed and casually drinking water.
Well... if you say my injuries are serious, then I suppose they are serious.
They were chatting idly, all deliberately avoiding any mention of the syringe incident.
At that moment, the terminal sounded.
Chloe opened the connection and saw Xavier's face on the light screen.
He was wearing a neat military uniform, his black hair tied back, with the nearly incinerated research institute as the backdrop behind him.
Xavier's expression was impassive as he said, "Let me show you some fireworks."
In the next instant, countless research institute personnel were blasted into the sky by an explosion, and as flesh and blood scattered, it truly created a beautiful and dazzling fireworks display.
