Chapter 2 Blood Draw
Chapter 2 Blood Draw
Exhausted, Elisa went upstairs and turned the key to her apartment halfway. As she opened the
door, her foggy mind sensed something different about the atmosphere inside, instantly bing
alert.
She could hear someone talking on the phone from behind the door. Hamish was back.
Should she tell him about her gastric cancer diagnosis? Would he show some concern after hearing
about it?
Elisa repeatedly asked herself these questions, but her body seemed to move on its own - the door
was already pushed open before she made up her mind. That was when she saw Hamish''s ashen
face re at her the moment she entered.
"Where have you been fooling around? Do you know how many calls I made to you?"
Fooling around? If going to the hospital for a blood test and gastroscopy was considered fooling
around, then she supposed she was. After all, death coulde knocking anytime for her now.
As she thought about this, her eyes welled up again. But Hamish did not notice Elisa''s reddened
eyes at all, still furiously using her with his gaze for not answering his calls.
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Elisa took out her phone from her bag and shook the ck screen. "It''s out of battery," she said.
She had two phones - one for work and one specifically for waiting for Hamish''s calls. The past two
days, her stomach issues had consumed her so much that she had forgotten to charge it, which led
to missing his calls on her way home.
"What was so urgent?" For Hamish to call her repeatedly, she could guess without thinking who it
was about.
Just as she was about to continue that train of thought, Hamish grabbed her hand and pulled her
outside. "L is injured and lost too much blood. Come with me to the hospital."
Of course, all his panic was because of L Morris.
Her heart instantly filled with sourness.
L had a severe blood clotting disorder and a very rare blood type. As it happened, Elisa''s blood
type matched hers.
Soaked from head to toe by the rain, Elisa''s long seaweed-like hair clung dripping wet to her back.
Her lips were sickly pale, her hands like ice, but Hamish did not notice any of this. The hospital L
was in was just nearby, a ten minute walk, but Hamish was too anxious - he forcibly shoved Elisa
into the backseat.
Eyes fixed ahead as he drove, Hamish''s gaze inadvertently nced at the rearview mirror, and
when he saw Elisa''s ghostly pale face, he couldn''t help but furrow his brows tightly. "Your face is as
white as a ghost."
So he finally noticed, huh.
Elisa smiled mockingly, feeling a bitter obstruction in her throat. She opened the window and
watched the raining down harder and harder outside, her body freezing up, breath turning into
mist. Her eyshes fluttered lightly.
Hamish gave her an indifferent nce, then felt an inexplicable irritation when she didn''t respond.
He felt like there was something off about Elisa today.
But then he thought, what did it matter to him what happened to Elisa? He should be focused on
L''s condition right now. With this thought, his right foot pressed down slightly harder on the
elerator, speeding the car up.
At the hospital, Hamish dragged Elisa out of the car before she even got her footing, pulling her
stumbling and struggling to keep up behind him.
Hamish brought Elisa directly into the blood draw room, his cold eyes telling a nurse, "Draw her
blood, no need to check, hurry."
A bitter taste rose in Elisa''s mouth. Hamish trusted her blood more than her as a person, even
finding checks a hassle. Wasn''t he worried that the cancer cells in her body might enter L''s?
Elisa''s expression struggled for a bit before she said, "Hamish, I''m not feeling well today, could we
not..."
Hamish''s eyes narrowed dangerously, a threatening glint shooting out. He gripped Elisa''s chin in his
hand and said coldly, "What right do you have to refuse? We signed a contract four years ago, ck
and white, clear as day. Elisa, please fulfill your duties properly."
That''s right, the contract they signed four years ago - she would provide blood to L
unconditionally if L ever lost too much blood again.
This was the deal she had struck back then. Even if Elisa were dying, she still had to donate blood
to L.
This was what she owed Hamish.
That year, L had gotten into a car ident in Heise resulting in massive blood loss that urgently
required Rh-negative blood.
After hearing about L''s ident, Hamish had anxiously begged Elisa for help. At that time, in a
moment of madness, Elisa had proposed an exchange - "Be my man, marry me, and I''ll save L."
She still remembered the shock in Hamish''s eyes that day, and the disgust for her as a person that
had slowly risen in his eyes afterwards.
From that moment, Elisa had known they could never get along peacefully again.
She had taken advantage of Hamish''s most difficult time of need to force him to concede.
Born into the prestigious Burns family, Hamish was superior from birth. With the temperament of
one high above others, enjoying the best of everything, surrounded by people who looked to him as
leader, he had never even heard a harsh word before. This was the first time he had been
threatened and coerced by someone.
Elisa knew what Hamish detested most was being forced to do something against his will. So when
she saw him sign the agreement without the slightest hesitation, she knew she had lost.
Seeing how much he was willing to do for L''s sake, her heart ached bitterly, but sheter
consoled herself that over time and marriage, feelings would blossom and Hamish woulde to
care for her like he did for L.
But sadly, God is fair. Elisa never imagined she would be abandoned by God so quickly.
identally contracting a terminal illness, she really deserved it!
As the needle pierced her skin and the dark red sma was slowly drawn out, the pain made
Elisa''s face even more ghastly pale. It hurt terribly, even more than the gastroscopy.
The nurse drawing her blood had never seen such a frail and weak woman before. Staring at that
slim white wrist, she softly asked, "Can you still endure?"
Dizzy, Elisa shook her head hoarsely, "Go on, I''m fine."
The nurse drew a total of 600 before she dared not continue. The woman''s hands were just too
icy cold, no longer normal body temperature.
Right before losing consciousness, thest thing Elisa heard was Hamish asking the nurse, "Is that
enough? Keep drawing if it''s not."
How did Hamish be so ruthless over the years?