Chapter 4

The nurse had just left when the hospital room door was kicked open violently.

Fiona stood in the doorway with an expression of coldness I'd never seen before.

"William! Look what you've done."

"Matias was splashed by you and got so scared his acute hemolysis flared up. He's in emergency care now. If anything happens to him, I'll make you pay with your life!"

I gripped the bedsheet tightly. I'd only heard before that Matias was in poor health.

I never expected him to be such a fragile porcelain doll.

Fiona walked over, her tone commanding.

"Where's Marcus? He and Matias have matching blood types. Have him donate blood."

I couldn't believe it. "Marcus isn't even five years old yet."

"I don't care."

"Fiona, he was just scalded. He's still in a room upstairs."

"That's what he deserves."

I closed my eyes. "Take mine. I have the same blood type as him."

She paused, looked at me for two seconds, and smiled.

"Fine."

I was taken to the blood donation room.

The doctor looked at the chart and hesitated. "This gentleman's physical condition is a bit special. I don't recommend drawing blood..."

"Draw it." Fiona leaned against the wall, her tone flat.

The doctor looked at me. I nodded.

The needle went in. Blood flowed through the tube into the blood bag.

One bag, two bags, three bags.

I started to feel dizzy. The lights in front of me became blurry.

"Fiona... I can't hold on..."

"Then promise me. Make Marcus come apologize to Matias. If you promise, I'll have them stop."

I looked up at her.

Her expression was calm, as if discussing a business deal.

"Just an apology. It won't cost him anything."

"Impossible." I gritted my teeth, forcing myself to stay conscious.

"Then keep drawing."

By the sixth bag, my vision started to go black.

The doctor said quietly, "We can't draw anymore. Something will happen to him..."

"Nothing will happen." Fiona walked over, bent down to look at me, her voice unnaturally gentle. "William, will you promise or not?"

I clenched my teeth and shook my head.

She straightened up and said, "Continue."

This was the seventh bag. Halfway through, I slid from the chair, a gush of fresh blood suddenly pouring from my mouth.

The nurse screamed.

"Something's wrong! The patient's kidney has ruptured. Prepare for surgery immediately!"

Fiona's face turned deathly pale.