Chapter 6

Chloe's POV

The car sped, running several red lights, finally stopping at the city hospital entrance.

Ethan pulled me without explanation, heading straight for the emergency blood transfusion unit.

"Doctor, I've brought her. Give her a transfusion immediately!"

The nurse quickly prepared the equipment, motioning for me to sit in the blood collection chair.

I looked at the needle and finally spoke.

"I had a physical a few days ago, and I haven't been feeling well recently. My doctor advised me to get more rest and said I wasn't suitable for blood donation."

Ethan frowned tightly.

"It's just a little blood; it won't kill you. Serena is in critical condition. You'll have to bear with it for now."

"A little blood?"

I looked up, meeting his gaze calmly.

"Are you sure it's just a little blood? She has a coagulation disorder; she'll likely need a significant amount."

"Whatever amount can be saved!"

Ethan was filled with anxiety and urgency.

"Chloe, when did you become so heartless? This is a human life!"

I almost scoffed.

Heartless?

Who was more heartless?

"What if I say no?"

I asked faintly.

Ethan's eyes instantly turned cold. He took a step closer, lowering his voice.

"Don't throw a tantrum now. Donate blood this one time, and I'll compensate you. You can have anything you want."

"Anything I want?"

I repeated.

"Yes, anything."

"Okay."

I changed my attitude.

"Then I want a three-month extension on the Davis Group's betting agreement."

Ethan's eyes narrowed, scrutinizing me.

"Why bring that up suddenly?"

"The company project hasn't been going smoothly lately. I need more time."

I said, "If you agree, I'll donate blood now."

Ethan was silent for a few seconds, seemingly weighing his options, then finally nodded.

"Okay, I agree."

I scoffed inwardly.

Sure enough, for Serena, he would agree to any condition.

"Then you sign first. I have the agreement all ready."

I slowly took out the agreement from my bag.

"Once you sign, I'll donate blood immediately."

Ethan had always been cautious, meticulously reviewing every contract, big or small, before signing.

But today, perhaps anxious to save Serena, he only roughly skimmed the first few pages of this betting extension agreement before signing his name without hesitation.

Ethan handed me the signed contract.

"Done. Now, donate the blood."

He didn't know that I had secretly tucked our divorce agreement into this contract beforehand.

He had signed not only the betting extension agreement but also our divorce papers.

After putting away the contract, I sat in the blood collection chair and extended my arm.

The nurse began to draw blood.

As the blood slowly flowed from my body, I watched the crimson liquid pass through the tube into the blood bag, and suddenly found the scene utterly absurd.

I was his wife, the woman he had meticulously plotted to deceive and relentlessly pursued for three years.

But now he needed my blood to save the woman he truly loved.

He had played the role of a loving husband for so long in front of me, but with Serena facing life and death, he couldn't keep up the act any longer.

The moment the needle was pulled out, I felt a wave of dizziness.

The nurse asked with concern,

"Mrs. Kingston, are you alright? Do you need to rest?"

I shook my head, pressed the cotton ball to my arm, and stood up.

Ethan's attention was no longer on me; he was anxiously asking the doctor about Serena's condition.

"Don't worry, Mr. Kingston, Ms. Serena is out of danger. The transfusion was very timely."

The doctor's words visibly relieved Ethan.

Only then did he remember me. He turned to look at me.

"I'll have the driver take you home to rest."

"No need."

I refused curtly. "I can manage myself."

I turned and left, my steps steady, my back straight.

Only when I reached outside the hospital and sat in the car did I allow myself to lean back against the seat, close my eyes, and take several deep breaths.

The weakness after drawing blood began to set in, but my mind was racing.

Three months.

I exchanged a blood donation for three months' time.

It wasn't much, but at least it was a breathing room.

I had to find a way to preserve the Davis Group's assets as much as possible within these three months, to secure a fallback for my father and myself.