From Wife to Aunt: His Worst Nightmare novel Chapter 48

Steve appeared in my hospital room, his expression grave.

"Dorothy has developed sepsis and is severely anemic. Her blood type is rare. The hospital's blood bank doesn't have this type in stock. Only your blood matches hers."

I stared at him in disbelief. "You… You want me to donate blood to her? Steve, did you forget that I'm anemic too? I followed your vegetarian diet for three years. My anemia is serious as well!"

A flicker of something passed through his eyes, but it vanished just as quickly, replaced by indifference.

"Your anemia isn't life-threatening, but Dorothy needs blood to survive right now. Only you can save her," he said.

My fingers dug into my palms as I clenched my fists. "She's your child with Isabel. Don't tell me neither of you matches her blood type? You won't let Isabel give blood, but you want me to do it? Don't even think about it. Save your own daughter. Don't expect me to do it!"

At that moment, Isabel suddenly rushed in from outside.

She dropped to her knees beside my bed with a loud thud, crying through her tears. "Ms. Yaxley, I'm begging you—please, for Dorothy's sake. She's just a child. Save her! I know she offended you before, but…"

As if remembering something, she added, "Oh, didn't you say before that you wanted her to get on her knees and beg for forgiveness? I'll do it! I'll do it right now!"

She was about to slam her head to the floor when Steve grabbed her and pulled her into his arms.

Even his tone softened significantly compared to how he spoke to me. "What are you doing? Dorothy's life is already weighing on you. Why torture yourself like this?"

With tears streaming down her face, Isabel said, "If I don't torture myself, how would Ms. Yaxley be willing to donate blood for Dorothy?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Steve's cool expression turned sharp. He looked straight at me and asked, "So, are you donating or not?"

I let out a cold laugh after looking at Isabel's stellar performance and said, "If you need blood, go donate your own. Let the actual parents save her."

Steve's gaze grew even colder. "Have you forgotten? Your mother's life still depends on the medical equipment developed by Griffin Group. If you don't want my daughter to live, then your mother can die with her."

"Steve, you bastard! Are you even human? Is this how your religion teaches you to act?" I cursed at him curiously, wishing I could kill him right there and then.

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