Chapter 4
Everyone in the room was stunned by Quinn’s outburst.
Sean hesitated, then moved to turn off the blood drawing machine.
Henry grabbed his brother’s hand, glaring.
“Get that crazy woman out of here!”
“You three ungrateful bastards can go to hell!” Quinn yelled as security dragged her out. Her shouts echoed down the hallway.
Henry watched the blood bag intently. When it was two–thirds full, he suddenly stopped the doctor.
“Draw 50 more milliliters.”
What little blood I had left was drained out. I finally couldn’t hold on and passed out.
When I came to, Lucas was by my bedside. Seeing I was awake, he offered me a bowl of ginseng soup.
“You just gave blood. Drink this to replenish your strength.”
I knocked it away.
The next second, Henry grabbed my jaw and forced the soup down my throat,
“Cough cough cough!”
I hunched over the bed, coughing violently. Each cough pulled at the wounds on my abdomen and waist.
“Brother, don’t be so rough with Zoe,” Sean said, gently patting my back. His voice held worry.
“Was what that woman said true?”
Before Sean could finish, Henry let out a cold laugh.
“She used to carry cement bags at construction sites without breaking a sweat. Now she’s acting all delicate?”
11:22 AM
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Besides, ner Kianey and uterus were transplanted into kosie just fine. How could they be damaged?
I coughed until I cried.
Quinn was right. These three really were ungrateful brats.
Just then, a nurse informed them that Ro
The three of them immediately ran to the next
Lucas was the last to leave. He cast a worried glance
After they left, I coughed up blood all over the floor.
I knew I was dying.
at
but still abandoned
me to go.
My organs were already severely damaged. Now I was missing two organs and had lost most of
Death wasn’t far off.
But I felt a sense of release.
I lay back in bed, stroking the ring I always wore on my right hand.
I should have died in that explosion years ago.
my blood.
A fuel tanker was heading straight for me. If not for a couple pushing me out of the way, I would have perished in the inferno.
The husband managed to escape, but his wife wasn’t so lucky. She was caught in the blast and died in the fire.
There was a second explosion.
The man and I were trapped in a corner, along with an elderly woman.
The escape route was narrow. The man and the old woman told me to go first.
One out of kindness.
One out of longing for his wife.
I had just crawled out of the corner and was reaching back to help the old woman.
Then the fuel tanker exploded a third time.
The man and old woman couldn’t escape in time. They both died in the flames.
That couple were Sean and Henry’s parents.
And that old woman was Lucas’s beloved grandmother.
If not for saving me:
Sean and Henry would be rich kids, fretting over whether to buy a sports car or designer watch.
Lucas would have the grandmother who loved him most in the world.
But because of me:
Sean and Henry lost their parents and were ostracized by relatives.
Lucas was kicked around by family members, going hungry and cold every day.
Out of guilt, I took them in and gave up my education to support them with all I had.
11:22 AM
Now they had taken three parts of my body.
And I was dying.
I felt I no longer owed them anything.
