“What if I reject?” Samuel said coldly.
“Why?” Kathleen’s voice was aloof. “After our divorce, you can marry Nicolette.”
Samuel remained silent.
“Are you still hoping that I will donate my bone marrow?” Kathleen’s gentle voice was emotionless. “Samuel, give it up. I will not donate my bone marrow to Nicolette.”
Samuel continued driving indifferently. “So there’s no space for negotiation then?”
“No.” Kathleen remained firm on her decision and shook her head.
What will happen to my baby if I donate my bone marrow to Nicolette? My baby will not become the sacrificial offering to their love.
Samuel stepped on the accelerator and increased the speed.
Kathleen tightened her grip on the car door’s handle, and her face turned pale.
Upon reaching the Macari residence, Kathleen alighted and vomited into the flower bed with her back bent.
Her fair-skinned and small face was completely pale.
Samuel regretted driving so fast earlier.
“Are you okay?” Samuel went over to support her.
“Get lost!” Tears streamed from Kathleen’s eyes.
She appeared more pitiful after suffering grievances with her originally fragile appearance.
“What happened?” Maria walked out of the mansion. “Mrs. Macari, are you okay?”
“I’m fine, Maria.” Kathleen wanted to stand up, but her legs were wobbly.
Maria quickly supported her.
Everyone in the Macari family except Samuel knew that Kathleen’s body constitution had been weak.
As Kathleen was small-sized, everyone felt sorry for her every time she put up a strong front and refused to tell when she was unwell.
She did not have any parents. Although she was married into the Macari family, she did not have a sense of belonging as Samuel disliked her.
Kathleen always presented herself as a guest in the house.
Samuel scooped Kathleen up in his arms and walked toward the mansion.
“Open the door,” he said to Maria.
Immediately, Maria ran forward and opened the door.
Samuel carried Kathleen upstairs and went to their room.
By that time, Kathleen was brawling her eyes out.
The nauseous feeling that she got from the pregnancy was unbearable.
At the thought of her earlier suffering, her little hands held onto the man’s white shirt while she cried uncontrollably.
She refrained from crying downstairs because she was afraid Diana would hear it.
Hence, she only cried after entering the room.
Samuel carried her and sat on the bed, putting her on his lap like he was holding a child.
“Don’t cry anymore. You have sensitive skin. It’ll redden when you cry.” Samuel wiped her tears with his cold and rough fingers.
He had never seen her crying so hard.
“Samuel, how could you bully and threaten me?” Kathleen cried terribly and said grievingly,” The woman you like is your sweetheart, but I’m also the sweetheart of others!”
“Whose sweetheart are you?” Samuel asked coldly.
Did someone tell her that she was their sweetheart?
“Grandma, your mother, everyone! Just not yours.” Kathleen sobbed. “If my parents were alive and knew how you bullied me, they would definitely come after you!”
Samuel’s gaze remained on her.
“Just because I have no kin left and no one can teach you a lesson for me, you’re bullying me for all you want! You’re too much, Samuel!” Kathleen continued sobbing and was breaking down.
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