Chapter 316

At the news of Jameson’s call, Tim’s face fell. He had zero interest in talking to Jameson, but he needed to play along for now. He knew what Jeshua said: Sharmaine would deal with Jameson, Natalia, and Jason Hertoff once she got back from Lightspring City. Tim just had to bide his time.

He picked up the phone and grunted a “hello.”

“Tim,” Jameson said, “word from Lightspring City: Danielle’s safe. The kidnappers didn’t succeed. Jason saved her. They got caught in an earthquake on the way out, but both are okay. Surviving a disaster like that has to mean good fortune’s coming, right?”

“As long as my daughter’s unhurt, that’s all that matters,” Tim said.

“Exactly. Jason’s crazy about your girl. Sure, he’s young, but he’s solid and responsible. Don’t take his earlier comments to heart. He was just being impulsive.”

“Ah, no big deal. If he really saved my daughter, I’ll hold up my end.”

“Does that mean you’ll agree to Danielle marrying Jason?”

“Let’s wait till they’re back to talk about it.”

“For sure. With everything going on, we should all meet for a meal when they return and hash this out.”

“Yep.”

Jameson was in the dark about the real deal in Lightspring City, especially that Ross was hurt. No one had filled him in, and he had no clue Natalie had used his name to hire goons to mess with Ross. The real Ruth was back, and Jameson didn’t dare cross her. If he had, Ruth would’ve made him suffer. She had always been a force to be reckoned with.

Strangely, he found himself missing Madeline, the woman who’d posed as Ruth. Madeline was clueless, only caring about throwing fits and blowing money–way easier to handle. But at least Tim was on board. Soon Jason would be Danielle’s fiancé, backed by the powerful Shelly family. Jameson no longer had to worry about Ross threatening his position as chairman.

Inside a tent in Lightspring City, a nurse announced, “We’re running out of blood bags.”

Shermaine paused mid-action. “Go outside and see if anyone can donate.”

Ross shared her blood type–O positive.

The nurse headed out.

By then, a crowd had gathered at the entrance. Danielle’s leg was in a cast, and she’d been waiting outside the whole time.

“How’s Ross doing?” Danielle asked as the nurse emerged.

“We need more blood. Looking for type O donors,” the nurse replied, then started calling out, “Any type O blood here?”

Danielle’s eyes flicked to Jason. Since Shermaine was type O, Jason stood a good chance of being the same.

Jason caught Danielle’s stare and said flatly, “I’m type A.”

He was lying. He was type O. But he wanted Ross dead. Why would he save him?

Danielle’s face fell with disappointment.

Just as the nurse turned to check other areas, Richard stepped forward. “Take my blood. I’m type O.”

He’d been shot recently and was still recovering. Donating could set his healing back.

Worried about the shortage, Alex hurried to check if anyone else at the rescue center had type O blood.

“Right this way,” the nurse said, relieved to have a donor.