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 looked down at her, his cold gaze fixed on her pale, defiant face, dripping with sarcasm. "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 tried to push herself up, but the sharp pain in her knees made her break out in a cold sweat.

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 won't pay a single cent for your grandma's medical bills."

Wendy clenched her fists at his words.

The anger she had suppressed surged back.

He was using Margaret's medical expenses 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?"

Wendy's words pushed Ethan to his limit.

He slammed his hand on the table, pointing a finger at her nose, and roared, "I've repaid everything I owed you long ago! You always act like you're doing me a favor! I don't owe you anything, damn it!"

He grabbed an ashtray from the coffee table and hurled it at Wendy.

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's eyes began to well up.

She 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, "A woman like her should have been kicked out long ago."

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.

A frantic voice came through the phone, "Mr. Collins, Ms. Green was in a car accident and is losing a lot of blood. The hospital is out of RH-negative blood. Can you do something?"

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 crush?"

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 stop paying your grandma's medical bills and have her thrown out of the hospital."

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

But Ethan had no patience left. He dragged her to the car, shoved her inside, locked the door, and ordered the driver, "Drive!"

The driver quickly started the car.

Ethan sat in the back seat, staring coldly out the window.

After a long silence, he suddenly turned to look at Wendy.

Wendy leaned back in her seat, staring blankly at the car ceiling, her face pale, looking very quiet and dazed.

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

"If I said I might die, would you still make me donate blood to 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!"