Sweetheart, Do You Still Love Me?

Chapter 498 Donate My Bone Marrow to Yelena

Despite that, this coach insisted on having Max participate in the race. He made Max join such a high-

intensity and high-risk competition even though Max was not in the best state.

A hint of hatred flashed in Callum's eyes when he thought about this.

Jinn must have realized that Callum was about to lose his temper, so he quickly softened his tone.

"Please don't get mad, Mr. Winthrop. W-We had no choice too. The organizer would definitely be upset

if Max had left just like that. It wouldn't be good for his future development…"

"'Future development'? He is my younger brother. Does he even need to race to have a good future?"

Indeed, Callum wasn't wrong.

The Winthrop Family ran a big business. Even if Max sat around and did nothing, he could still enjoy

the rest of his life without worry.

Jinn was immediately at a loss for words upon hearing that.

"I will let it go if Max is fine, but if something were to happen to him…"

Callum didn't continue the rest of his sentence, but Jinn knew for sure that the man would be after his

neck.

And so, he shut his mouth and quietly prayed.

The red light was still on even after two hours. However, a doctor did come out of the ward.

"Which one of you is Max Winthrop's family?"

Callum stood up and walked up to the doctor. "I am."

The doctor looked at Callum's dark expression and sighed. "I'm sorry. We did our best."

They did their best? Callum's eyes turned red as the veins on his forehead bulged. Instead of a human

being, he looked more like a beast out of control at this moment. "Say that again," he warned.

"Mr. Winthrop, I know that it is hard for you to accept this, but we have been trying to save him for so

many hours. We are sure there is little to no chance to keep him alive."

The doctor also felt regretful at the thought of a fresh-faced young man like Max losing his life because

of a mistake he made during the race.

"Little to no chance? So, there is still a chance." Callum's eyes narrowed. His gaze was practically on

fire as he growled, "You must keep him alive no matter the cost."

After all, Max was his younger brother. He was his baby brother who grew up stumbling after him while

calling his name lovingly.

There was no way Callum could accept the fact that such a young life was coming to an end just like

that.

"Don't worry, Mr. Winthrop. We will do our very best. However, I would like you to be mentally prepared.

There is only a small chance that he will live."

The doctor regretfully lowered his head and turned around to reenter the emergency room.

Jinn, who was behind Callum, could feel the goosebumps all over his body. Something terrible really

did happen to Max. What is Callum Winthrop thinking? Does he think that it's my fault? Will he take his

revenge on me?

Jinn's mind was a mess now. Rubbing his hands together, he was worried that the man in front of him

would turn around and throw a punch at him.

"Mr. Zaydon."

Jinn couldn't help but cower when the cold voice sounded.

"Yes, Mr. Winthrop? Is something the matter?"

"Look at my brother now. Care to explain yourself?

When Callum turned his head to look at Jinn, his eyes were filled with unadulterated ruthlessness and

murderous intent.

"Mr. Winthrop, I-I know that I did wrong, but it did not happen because of me! I only carried out my

responsibility and advised him to finish the race. I didn't cross any lines! Also, I didn't do anything to his

car that caused him to crash!"

Jinn was at a loss for what to do. I'm not even the direct cause of the accident, so why is Callum

blaming everything on me?!

And yet, he didn't dare fight back. He knew how violent Callum's temper could be, and he had heard

about the ways Callum got things done.

At that thought, Jinn could only plead guilty. "I admit that it was not appropriate for me to persuade him

to continue with the race, but all this has nothing to do with me!"

Callum took a deep breath as he swore, "You have to pay the price."

Jinn froze as soon as he heard that. I'm dead. Even if he doesn't threaten my safety or my life, he won't

let me live another peaceful day for the rest of my life! Not only me, even my family, my son… They will

be affected in one way or another.

"I heard that you have a son, Mr. Zaydon," Callum mentioned with the corners of his lips curled. He had

a fierce look in his eyes.

"Please, Mr. Winthrop. Don't do anything to my son. He is only 18. He doesn't know anything."

Jinn couldn't possibly let his son, who was his lifeline, get hurt. Their ancestors would never forgive him

when he joined them in the afterlife!

"My brother, Max Winthrop, is only 19."

After hearing this, Jinn fell to his knees and burst into tears. "Mr. Winthrop, I will take responsibility for

this. Please! Don't hurt my son!"

Callum didn't bother to answer. He kept his eyes on the door that determined Max's life and death.

Jinn kept wailing and disrupting the order in the hospital. Due to him making too much noise, a few

doctors eventually came over and dragged him away.

The door to the emergency ward opened again after three hours.

The same doctor came out and this time, he had a grave look on his face.

"I'm really sorry, Mr. Winthrop. We really did all we could."

For him to use the word 'really' twice in a row meant that there was no hope left.

"If you would like to talk to your brother, please follow me to put on a hospital gown while he is still

conscious. You can come in with us."

Callum felt a sting on the tip of his nose upon hearing those words. This was the first time he truly felt

how somber someone's death could be.

"Alright."

He quickly put on the gown and followed the doctor into the ward.

After he got in, he almost burst into tears when he saw Max lying on the operating table with tubes all

over his body.

"Max?" Callum carefully called out, for fear of disturbing his brother.

Max forced himself to open his eyes when he heard his name. When he saw Callum in front of him, he

squeezed out a smile and greeted, "Callum… you're here. The doctor said that I won't last for long. I'm

glad I get to see you before I go."

Callum couldn't bear to listen to these words and he quickly reprimanded, "Don't say that. You will be

just fine."

"There's no need to lie to me, Callum. I know my condition. I can feel it."

Max might always seem haughty, but Callum knew that he was just a child—a pure-hearted, naughty

brat.

Callum reached out to gently hold Max's hand. "Max, is there anything else you would like to tell me?"

"Geez… Why are you crying, Callum?"

Callum only realized then that his tears had rolled down his cheeks at some point. He let his tears fall

as he sucked in a deep breath. "Because I'm sad."

Even though Callum didn't say anything too sentimental, Max could feel an overwhelming sadness

wash over him.

"I'm fine, Callum," Callum choked out. He sounded extremely weak as he mumbled, "Please donate my

bone marrow to Yelena while I'm still alive."

Callum immediately looked at his brother in disbelief. "What?"