Chapter 99
“I’ve got zero understanding for you.”
Nellie wanted to scream in pure, unrestrained fury, but her upbringing held her back from causing a scene. Instead, she shot him a sharp, icy look, her eyes overflowing with disdain, before turning away to stare out the window.
Cameron felt a sudden, inexplicable panic. He reached out, trying to tend to Nellie’s bleeding arm. Nellie just turned away, stubbornly showing him only her slender back.
Her voice was colder than a winter’s night. “Cameron, stay away from me. You make me sick.”
Cameron’s hand froze mid–air. The room was thick with tension, the air heavy and oppressive.
After some time, Nellie’s blood results came back.
As Cameron went to fetch the report, Nellie closed her eyes, filled with despair. Her blood type was identical to Greta’s. She couldn’t
scape being her sister’s personal blood bank.
Just like in a past life, Greta’s platelet count mysteriously plummeted, and Cameron had kept Nellie under house arrest. He forced her to eat blood booster, which she loathed, and donate blood to Greta every week.
She hadn’t gone down without a fight. But as a donor, her body was frail, and fatigue combined with dizziness made it impossible to get far from the villa before Cameron’s people would catch her and bring her back.
Eventually, she was too exhausted to resist anymore.
She gave her blood to Greta, but her body couldn’t keep up. She was as pale as a ghost. Cameron, realizing she was even more fragile than Greta, finally stopped demanding her blood.
That was when she stopped loving Cameron.
History was playing out again in a different timeline.
Nellie desperately wondered how to break free from this wretched fate. She opened the window, looking down from the sixth floor, and slowly climbed onto the windowsill.
Cameron came out, report in hand, beaming, “Great news, Nel, you’re in perfect health. You can donate blood to your sister…”
His words trailed off when he saw Nellie, her legs dangling outside the windowsill, leaving him speechless.
“Cameron, if you force me to donate blood to your mistress, I’ll jump right now. Trust me.”
Cameron, mouth half–open, stumbled over his words. “Nel, it’s just a blood donation.”
“I refuse,” Nellie shouted, her voice echoing.
“But she’s your sister.”
Onlookers gathered, drawn to the drama, chiming in, “How selfish. It’s just donating blood, not giving out her life. She’s refusing to do something so small for her sister. This woman has no heart.”
Cameron smirked, a glint of satisfaction in his eyes. He relished seeing Nellie misunderstood.
But he underestimated her. She wasn’t the same submissive person anymore.
Nellie was relentless. “I’d donate blood to anyone in the world except her. Cameron, I hate her.”
“How can you hate your own sister?” Cameron was baffled.
“How could she seduce her sister’s husband? How could she willingly become your mistress?” Nellie delivered the final blow. The crowd’s mood shifted and they were now condemning Cameron. “That’s too much. He’s making his wife donate blood to his mistress. That’s just vile.”
“Not only does he cheat, but he also expects his wife to support his affair. Could he twist the knife any further?”
Cameron’s face fell. “Nellie…”
Nellie spread her arms wide, “Cameron, you’ve pushed your wife to the brink of suicide all for your mistress. I want you to live forever with that guilt.”
“Fine, I take it back. Just stop this, and you don’t have to donate blood to your sister,” Cameron blurted out, desperate.
Nellie, who had been leaning forward, straightened up. She locked eyes with Cameron, and let out a heavy sigh of relief from deep within.
