Chapter 442 Blood Nourishes

• Mitchell White sensed that Fiona was about to do something drastic. He furrowed his brows and stood up, intending to dissuade her. However, he hesitated and remained still, staring expressionlessly at Fiona as he asked, "What are you planning to do?"
• Fiona's face had already turned pale. She had never had a good complexion, but now, with blood flowing, she looked even worse, as if she could pass away at any moment.
• Upon hearing his question, she glanced at him and weakly smiled. Her smile was fragile as she said, "The wisteria flowers need to be nourished with my blood. I have to give my blood to feed the wisteria flowers."