Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 359

When one was feeling utterly miserable, self-preservation kicked in hard. I couldn't care less about anything else. I felt so unwell that I could scratch my skin off. "What's it to me??"

Was I supposed to play the saint and save others when I was in such pain?

Thump! Susan dropped to her knees, tears streaming down her face, "Please, this sickness of yours is nothing serious. Save my daughter first, will you?"

Everyone in the infusion room turned to look, startled.

At that moment, she was a desperate mother, consumed with worry for her daughter's life and out of options.

And me? Just a person with a "minor illness," selfishly refusing to save a life.

"No." I looked at her coldly, turning to Christine, "Chris, call the cops. Susan is maliciously preventing me from getting medical help. It's practically attempted murder."

I cared more about my life than what others thought of me. Who did Lilliana think she was?

She was the favored Ms. Myers. Besides Susan begging me, the Myers and the Ford families must be exhausting all their connections in search of a blood donor.

Lilliana wouldn't be in danger even if I didn’t go. Even if she were in danger by some slim chance, I wouldn't trade my life for hers. Giving blood while having an allergic reaction could lead to shock or something even worse. I wasn't brave enough for that.

"Mom! Why waste your breath with them?" Clicking in high heels, Dorothy saw her chance to avenge the embarrassment at the dinner party. She ordered the bodyguards, "What are you waiting for? Take her for the blood draw now!"

"Let go of me!" Already feeling awful, I couldn't struggle.