“Keep going! Zeke’s operation is more important than this! Take his blood!”

An urgent blood transfusion was going on in Silverton Hospital. A trio of unbelievably gorgeous women was standing around, worried.

These women used to be infatuated with Evan Norwood, and one of them was his newly-wed wife, yet they were standing around another man, worried and panicked for him.

He was already shivering from the transfusion, yet they ignored him. The air was freezing cold, yet the biting frigidity in his heart burned deeper.

The three women who mattered to him most were risking his life and taking his blood for another man.

“Hazel, you need to stop this! Evan’s going to die! I can still hold on!” The man looked at Evan, worried, but then he started coughing violently.

The women were terrified. They quickly said, “Ignore him, Zeke! Your condition takes priority. We will save you no matter what!”

Evan tilted his head, and he met Zeke Carter’s challenging gaze. It was saying, ‘See? The women you love the most would rather drain your blood just to save me!’

He was the women’s true love, while Evan was just his replacement.

…

It happened on a night three years ago. Evan was framed and crossed a figure of power. His family abandoned him, and he was beaten until he was inches away from death. It was then that Hazel Solberg, Roxanne Leighton, and Anya Golden showed up to save him like the angels they were.

Hazel’s parents took Evan as their son, and he took their name.

Evan Norwood became Evan Solberg.

The trio loved him like he was their most prized treasure for the past three years, becoming a topic Silverton loved to talk about.

Evan did not let them down.

He helped the Solbergs with their business. Hazel’s parents had high hopes for him, and they gave their daughter’s hand in marriage to him.

Roxanne and Anya promised they would stay single for him for good.

Not too long after their wedding, their long-lost Zeke came back, and he said he only had six months left to live. The three heiresses went mad with worry.

It was right then that Evan knew he was just a replacement. He looked just like Zeke—down to sharing the same blood type. That was why the ladies took him in. That was why he became the Solberg couple’s adopted son and was going to marry their daughter.

Since then, the heiresses only had eyes for Zeke. All he had to do was make a call, and the ladies would dump Evan at his birthday party just to see him. He could make them force Evan to apologize to him in the most humiliating way possible.

The heiresses begged the doctor to take more of Evan’s blood, their eyes red. “Please take more of his blood, doctor! Zeke has to live!”

The excessive blood loss was finally hitting Evan like a sledgehammer. His vision was blurring, and his body was convulsing. The heiresses, however, thought he wanted to run away, so they charged at him and pinned his arms and legs down.

“You’re going nowhere until you’ve given Zeke enough blood!”

Despair grabbed hold of Evan. His convulsions were turning violent, and his eyes were a dark shade of crimson. He wanted to scream, but in her panic, Hazel clutched his throat tight. It almost suffocated him.

800cc.

Then, 1000cc.

Then, 1200cc.

…

More blood was drawn from Evan’s body, and eventually, the machines started to blare. “That’s nearly half his blood! He’s in shock! Stop!”

The doctor called for it to stop right away. All the nurses were staring at Evan in horror. His once perfect face was devoid of any color. He looked less like a human and more like a carved statue.

All the nurses screamed. The heiresses let him go in a hurry. The sight of Evan’s bloodless face made their hearts thump.

The doctor announced, “We can start with Mr. Carter’s operation!”

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