Chapter 3 Donate Blood to His Lover

Wendy's knees buckled, and she hit the ground hard.

The crash echoed as her knees smacked the tiles, and she let out a muffled groan.

Her eyes reddened.

She bit her lip, stubbornly lifting her chin, her eyes stinging but refusing to let the tears fall.

Ethan's shoe tip pressed against her shoulder blade. "Why play the victim now? For the past two years, you've done nothing but piss off my mom. She's old, couldn't you just show some respect?"

Wendy braced her arm against the floor, trying to stand up, but as soon as she put weight on it, a sharp pain shot through her knee.

Juniper watched her struggle with a sense of satisfaction.

Wendy looked up at Juniper and Ethan, who were clearly in cahoots, and suddenly felt a wave of disillusionment.

She endured the pain, slowly getting up from the floor, and said coldly to Juniper, "If you enjoy acting so much, keep at it. I'm done."

With that, she staggered towards the door.

"Stop!" Ethan barked.

Wendy paused. She turned around slowly, her gaze indifferent. "What do you want now?"

Ethan narrowed his eyes, his tone threatening. "If you walk out now, I'll immediately stop paying for your grandma's medical bills."

Wendy clenched her fists at his words.

The anger she had suppressed surged back.

He was using Margaret to threaten her?

"I remember when we got married, my grandma gave you all her savings to start your business. Now that she's sick, you're using her medical bills to blackmail me?"

Ethan's face darkened, and he grabbed a crystal ashtray, hurling it at her. "Stop acting like you did me some huge favor! I don't owe you anything, damn it!"

She couldn't dodge in time, and the ashtray hit her shoulder, making her wince in pain.

Wendy gritted her teeth, enduring the pain in her shoulder, and looked coldly at the furious, twisted face of Ethan.

At that moment, Ethan's face was contorted with rage, glaring at her as if he wanted to tear her apart.

Wendy suddenly remembered a saying, 'No matter how much you love him, when you lose your value, even if you're as gentle as a cat, he'll only resent you for shedding fur.'

She finally understood. Maybe it was time to leave.

"Get out!" Ethan screamed hysterically.

Wendy looked at him, said nothing, and turned to walk towards the door.

Juniper's triumphant voice echoed in the room, "She should have been kicked out long ago. If it weren't for her family's connections, do you think someone like her would be worthy of entering our family?"

A complex emotion flashed across Ethan's face.

He stood frozen, not stopping Wendy.

Just then, his phone rang.

Ethan glanced at the screen and answered.

"Mr. Collins, Ms. Green's car was rear-ended on the way to your house, and she's suffering from a ruptured spleen and massive bleeding!"

The assistant's frantic voice came through the receiver. "But the hospital is running out of RH-negative blood, and the blood bank..."

Ethan's eyes widened in shock. RH-negative blood?

That was Wendy's blood type.

He spun around, looking towards the hall.

Wendy was opening the door, about to leave.

"Wait!" Ethan rushed out of the living room, chasing after Wendy.

Seeing him come after her, a glimmer of hope appeared in Wendy's eyes. 'Maybe he still cares.'

But just as the thought crossed her mind, Ethan's words shattered all her hopes.

"Get to the hospital now! Lydia was in a car accident and is losing a lot of blood. You have the same blood type. You need to donate blood for her!" Ethan demanded.

Wendy stared at him in disbelief, her chest aching as if pricked by needles, her whole body trembling.

Her lips quivered with shock. "You want me to donate blood to your mistress?"

Lydia Green, Ethan's high school classmate and the woman he had always dreamed of, had returned from studying abroad and joined Ethan's company.

They were inseparable, and everyone at Collins Group thought she was Ethan's wife.

Meanwhile, Wendy, the actual wife, had to make an appointment to visit Collins Group.

And now, Ethan wanted her to donate blood to Lydia?

"Stop wasting time!" Ethan urged impatiently. "If anything happens to Lydia, I'll make you pay with your life!"

"I'm not going! Find someone else." Wendy coldly retorted, dragging her weak, pained body towards the door.

Her thin, frail figure looked like it could be blown away by the wind.

Ethan watched her slender back, his eyes filled with disgust and contempt.

He grabbed her hand, scolding coldly, "If you don't go, I'll have your grandma thrown out of the hospital immediately."

Wendy froze, turning to stare at him. "Ethan!"

But Ethan had no patience left. He dragged Wendy towards the car outside.

Her wrist struck the car door handle with a sharp crack. She gasped in pain, but heard Ethan say to the driver, "Hurry up, Lydia can't wait."

The driver quickly started the car.

"After you donate blood, I'll cover your grandma's treatment for another two weeks," Ethan suddenly said.

Wendy mechanically turned her head and calmly replied, "What if I told you donating blood could kill me?"

Ethan turned, looked at Wendy beside him, and sneered, "You've donated blood dozens of times over the years. When did you ever die?"

Wendy leaned back in her seat, her face pale, looking utterly lifeless.

Ethan frowned. It was just donating some blood. Was it necessary to act so fragile?

"What if I told you I really could die? Would you still make me donate blood for her?"

Her voice was soft, like a feather drifting in the air.

Ethan was stunned, a look of surprise crossing his face. After a moment, he sneered, "Have you been pampered at home for so long that you've lost your damn mind?"

"Pampered?" Wendy scoffed, not wanting to argue anymore.

'When he loves you, even your flaws seem endearing. When he doesn't, he can find faults in everything you do.' She closed her eyes, silently enduring the pain and despair.

At the hospital, Ethan dragged Wendy out of the car.

She barely had time to steady herself before he pulled her, stumbling, behind him.

Ethan pushed her in front of the blood donation room, urgently telling the nurse, "She's RH-negative. Take her blood, quickly!"