The rest of the members in the ward regained their composure and stared at Florian. Since Darryl had left, the Old Master Darby’s livelihood depended on Florian.
Gulp!
Feeling the attention on him, Florian was trying so hard not to cry out loud.
‘Damn it. Didn’t we all agree that Darryl would be the donor? How dare he run away! Argh! How am I supposed to drink and party like I used to? It’d be difficult for me to cultivate in the future, too! What can I do?’ Florian’s thoughts were running a mile a minute as he was trying hard to restrain his anxiety.
Old Master Darby let out a long sigh and announced calmly, “Please, leave me alone now. I’m not feeling well, and I’d like to rest.”
He was agitated by what just happened and felt dizzy. The rest of the Darby family looked at one another before leaving the room till only Florian, Yumi, Jackson, Rebecca, and Drake were left.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. He was diminished into an ordinary man all because of a slight cultivation mistake and became severely ill instantly. He was unlucky enough, yet Dax Sanders decided to come and cause more trouble. He could not take it.
Florian and the rest stood by his bedside as they saw the change in Old Master Darby’s face. None of them dared to make a sound.
Meanwhile, there was a knock at the door. Shelly entered the ward and asked gently, “Have you all decided who the donor is going to be?”
She had left earlier and missed the violent fight in the ward.
“Darryl ran away, so I’ll be the donor,” Florian spoke up unwillingly.
As the situation unfolded, there was no other way Florian could get away from donating.
Shelly frowned at what she heard.
‘What? Darryl ran away? He’s not that kind of man. It’s impossible!’ she thought.