Chapter 385 

Yanni was sent to Lockwood Hospital. She needed an AB-type blood transfusion urgently, but there had been a horrible accident that 

morning and supplies were running short. 

It just so happened that both Mason and Zoe weren’t in the AB blood group. It would take an hour for them to transport the blood supply from another institution. Yanni could faint and pass into a coma at any given moment. 

He made a snap decision and exclaimed, “Use the helicopter to transport the blood!” 

“My blood type is a match!” Cecil declared as he walked right into the 

room. 

Everyone held their breath. They knew Cecil and Mason were 

enemies. No one dared make a peep, much less agree to his offer. 

After a brief moment, Mason barked, “Prepare to perform the blood 

transfusion!” 

Cecil had always done a routine health checkup and he was fit enough for this process. They extracted seventeen ounces of blood from him and transfused it into Yanni without a moment’s delay. 

The seventeen ounces of blood was like a sacred elixir, precious and timely. 

As soon as the nurse pulled the needle out of Cecil’s arm, he rolled down his sleeves and rose. Then, he stared at Mason quietly. 

Mason returned the favor. 

After a long time, Cecil said softly, “We need to talk!” 

Both of them stood side by side in the smoking zone. They had considered each other enemies for a long time. Today was the first time they talked to each other calmly. 

Cecil didn’t usually smoke, but he lit a cigarette and took a drag. Then, he breathed out and said bitterly, “You’re not the only one who thought about it, Mason. I, too, have always thought Westley is my 

father!” 

Mason clenched his fists at the mention of his father. 

Cecil continued to speak bitterly, “I recalled that he would visit us every week when I was young. He even bought me toys and called out to me with such affection in his voice. That was why I started to think of him as my father. I can tell you in good conscience that I loved and hated him at the same time!” 

Mason’s voice was trembling. “Are you trying to tell me that he’s not your father?” He didn’t believe Westley when he claimed that Cecil wasn’t his son. Now that Cecil was saying the same thing, it made 

him wonder. 

How are they connected, then? 

Looking into the distance, Cecil said in a husky voice after a brief moment, “Westley had been wandering Heaven knows where for the past few years. He lost his memory. By the time he regained them and came back to me, he told me in no uncertain way that I was the child of his uncle!” 

Tilting his head, he fixed his gaze on Mason, a mix of emotions riling in his heart. “I’m Westley’s brother! Warren, my father, was dead by the time I was born. I have no father… 

“Westley looked after me and my mom, but Lisa misread the situation and pegged him as a disloyal husband. What’s worse, she wouldn’t hear any explanation. After that, she ruined my mom’s reputation and 

made everyone think that she was his mistress. 

“I’m technically your uncle, Mason.” 

Mason was still trying to process what Cecil told him. 

On the other hand, Lisa was standing right behind them. She overheard the entire conversation and was dumbstruck by it. 

She was having a hard time believing that Cecil wasn’t Westley’s bastard son. He was actually Warren’s child. 

Heavens have mercy. What was the point of her hatred toward her husband all this time? Why hadn’t he come back home all those years? 

Tears streamed down her cheeks. 

She couldn’t take it. 

Just as she was turning around and getting ready to leave, there was Westley, standing before her. 

They were finally reunited, but everything had changed so drastically. It didn’t matter if the truth had finally come out and that he actually hadn’t been disloyal to her. 

The fact was, they had parted ways for so long and she had hated him to the core for as long. How were they supposed to forgive and forget matters so easily? 

Trembling all over, she strained and spoke, “I hate you, Westley!” 

“Lisa!” 

He called out to her affectionately. 

However, it was too little, too late. Lisa couldn’t take the shocking revelation and frantically left, leaving Westley rooted to the spot. 

He was no longer the brave man they knew. Instead, he had turned 

into a sad, old man who had lost his way.