A Billionaire Searched For His Son’s Donor, Never Knowing She Cleaned His Floors

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“I’m telling you money can’t manufacture blood.”

Daniel stared at her in disbelief.

“What about the regular donor?”

Rachel froze.

“I can’t discuss that.”

“That’s my son!”

His hand slammed against the bed rail.

“My son is dying!”

Rachel looked away.

“We’re searching every blood bank in the state.”

Then came the words nobody wanted to hear.

“If we don’t find blood continue reading …