Too Late, Sir: She's Not Begging Anymore novel Chapter 1

Everyone knew Veronica Walsh loved Gregory Sutton with reckless abandon, losing all dignity and sense of self. Whenever Gregory called, she would rush to him like a lapdog, desperate for his attention.

Half an hour ago, Gregory had sent Veronica a message, asking her to come immediately to Dawnlight Medical Center, SVIP Room 3.

With a loud bang, the hospital room door suddenly swung open.

Then, Veronica ran in with panic written all over her face. "Gregory…"

Seeing Gregory sitting unharmed on the couch, her racing heart finally began to settle.

She still asked worriedly, "Are you okay, Gregory?"

Facing Veronica's sudden intrusion, everyone else in the hospital room frowned, looking at her with open disgust.

At that moment, Veronica was a complete mess. Rain soaked her heavy frame, and strands of hair clung to her face. A wound on her forehead, wet from the rain, oozed bright red blood that slowly trickled down.

The dark, menacing patch on her right cheek, streaked with rain and blood, looked even more terrifying.

Gregory stood up from the couch and walked slowly toward Veronica. "Go draw about 13.5 ounces of blood for Camelia. She's injured."

Hearing this, Veronica's face instantly went pale, and she turned slowly, staring blankly at the hospital bed across the room.

There, lying pale and fragile, was none other than Camelia Sandoval—Gregory's ex-girlfriend and his first love.

Because Camelia had a clotting disorder and, coincidentally, shared the same rare RH-negative blood type as Veronica, Veronica had always acted as her walking blood bank whenever Camelia got injured.

"She was supposed to have gone abroad… so why is she back?" Veronica wondered, pulling her gaze back and staring at Gregory blankly.

Her eyes brimmed with tears. "You sent me a message asking me to rush to the hospital… just… just to donate blood to Camelia?"

Before Gregory could answer, a man's voice, full of contempt, cut in, "Of course. If it wasn't for Camelia, why would Gregory ever contact you?"

"Exactly. Look at yourself. You're disgusting," another man added.

Ignoring the cutting remarks, Veronica stubbornly stared at Gregory, waiting for his answer. All along, Gregory's handsome face remained cold and indifferent.

He didn't answer her question, and after a long pause, he finally spoke. "The payment has already been transferred to your account."

"Payment?" she thought, the word echoing in her mind.

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