Chapter 7

Chloe POV

Seraphina was also sent to this hospital.

I lay in a regular ward, both hands wrapped in bandages, my body so weak I could barely turn over.

Stella suddenly burst into the room in a panic. She told me.

To thoroughly torment me, Seraphina had secretly taken excessive blood-thinning medication, then quietly reopened the wound on her arm.

Now she was hemorrhaging badly, chaos in her room.

The doctor told Hayden she had a clotting disorder to begin with, and now with excessive blood loss and the hospital's RH-negative blood bank running low, she needed an immediate transfusion!

I immediately understood. Seraphina wanted my life!

A few minutes later, Hayden kicked open my hospital room door with a doctor.

"Mr. Holloway, Miss Blake is injured and extremely weak. Drawing blood now could endanger her life..."

Stella spread her arms in front of my bed, shouting angrily.

"I don't care! As long as she's still breathing, draw it! Seraphina absolutely cannot die!"

Hayden roared with red-rimmed eyes, shoving Stella aside.

The cold needle pierced my bruised vein.

Scarlet blood flowed along the tube, continuously filling the blood bag.

I didn't struggle. I didn't cry.

I just quietly looked at Hayden.

"Hayden."

I spoke, my voice as light as wind.

Hayden met my gaze.

"This 800cc of blood. Consider it my repayment for your three years of shelter."

I looked into his eyes and smiled.

"From now on, we're even. I wish you and Miss Vale happiness."

Hayden's breathing caught sharply.

The nurse withdrew the needle.

"Mr. Holloway, that's enough blood."

Hayden looked at me and coldly dropped a sentence.

"You'd better mean what you say. Don't pull any more tricks."

With that, he took the blood bag and left the room without looking back.

The moment the door closed, I shut my eyes.

Countdown: final day.

The next evening, the hotel blazed with lights.

Hayden and Seraphina's engagement party was being held there in grand ceremony.

Meanwhile, at the downtown hospital, night fell.

Stella pushed a medical gurney into my room.

On the gurney was a corpse from the morgue. An unidentified female body with a build extremely similar to mine.

This was arranged by Hayden's grandfather using his connections.

I changed into an inconspicuous nurse's uniform, putting on a mask and cap.

I walked to the bed and removed the cross necklace I'd worn for three years.

Hayden had put it on me himself when he successfully completed rehabilitation.

Now, I didn't need it anymore.

I placed the cross on the corpse's pillow and turned to leave the room.

At the end of the corridor, the bodyguard arranged by Hayden's grandfather was already waiting.

"Miss Blake, the car is in the underground garage. The helicopter is standing by on the roof."

"Let's go."

I didn't look back.

Ten minutes later, piercing fire alarms suddenly erupted from the top floor of the hospital's inpatient building.

"Fire! The VIP ward is on fire!"

The flames spread with the wind. Thick smoke billowed. Firelight shot into the sky.

Ten thousand meters above, a private jet cut through the clouds toward the Southern Hemisphere.

I leaned against the window, watching the city lights below shrink into tiny dots. I let out a soft sigh of relief.

The night sky was deep. Stars glittered.

Finally, I was free.