Chapter 6
By then, I had already been taken abroad by Jace Sullivan.
From the moment I boarded the plane, I fell into unconsciousness.
Throughout the journey, my fever refused to break.
Even in my delirium, I was restless.
I had long nightmares–in my dreams, my mother and my two lost children stood at a distance, covered in blood. Their eyes filled with accusation as they stared at me.
I woke up screaming, my face wet with cold tears.
Looking up, I met Jace’s deeply concerned gaze.
He held my hand, soothingly stroking my hair. His voice carried gentle reproach:
“Riley, what the hell happened to you? You look like death warmed over!”
I stared blankly, unable to form words.
How could I tell him that the man I loved to my core had killed my child? That he hadn’t even spared my mother?
That the husband I’d rescued at all costs had shattered me for another woman?
Hatred churned in my chest, I coughed up blood involuntarily.
Alarmed, Jace immediately summoned his private physician.
After examining me, the doctor sighed.
‘Miss James has suffered two major hemorrhages, resulting in severe anemia. Her body is already weakened.”
‘The extreme emotional trauma has further damaged her health. She needs immediate blood transfusions.”
Before the doctor finished speaking, Jace had already rolled up his sleeve.
‘Stop talking and take my blood! Now!”
I couldn’t help but smile faintly.
The same scene was playing out before me again.
But this time, someone actually wanted to donate blood for me.
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His Rival’s Babu in My Polly Whil
Chapter 6
The transfusion lasted over an hour.
By the end, Jace’s face was completely drained of color. Yet he still forced himself to comfort me.
“Riley, from now on, I’ll be your personal blood bank.”
“No matter what happens, I won’t let anyone hurt you ever again!”
Looking at his earnest expression, my emotions were complicated.
In a hazy moment, I recalled our first meeting.
Back then, I had just started studying abroad and often worked part–time at a restaurant.
One night, I had just locked up the restaurant and was heading home. Turning around, I happened to witness an armed robbery taking place nearby.
The victim was Jace Sullivan.
I was terrified but frozen in place.
To
my
horror, after getting the money, the robber went crazy and decided to eliminate witnesses.
As the dark barrel of the gun pointed at Jace, I found unexpected courage. Before the trigger was pulled, I grabbed an empty bottle from the ground and smashed it against the attacker’s head.
I saved Jace’s life, and we became friends after that.
We grew distant only after I met Blake.
After graduation, I chose to return home with Blake.
Yet Jace said nothing, only smiling as he wished me happiness.
But now, my most vulnerable state was exposed to him.
Yet there wasn’t a trace of mockery in his eyes–only unbearable concern.
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