Chapter 4 How Can This Little Blood Be Enough?

Seeing Ethan, usually so composed, now in such a panic, Wendy couldn't help but let out a bitter smile.

It seemed that Lydia held an even higher place in his heart than she had imagined.

The thick needle pierced her skin, and dark red blood slowly flowed out of Wendy's body.

Wendy trembled in pain, her face turning a frightening shade of pale.

It hurt so much, like her entire body was being stabbed with icy needles.

The nurse had never seen such a frail woman come to donate blood. She looked at Wendy's thin, delicate wrist and couldn't help but ask with concern, "Are you okay?"

Wendy, feeling dizzy, nodded faintly, signaling the nurse to continue.

The nurse drew a pint of blood before deciding she couldn't take any more.

Wendy's hand was just too cold, no longer at a normal human temperature.

As Wendy was about to pass out, the last thing she heard was Ethan asking the nurse, "How can this little blood be enough? Keep going!"

Wendy couldn't understand why Ethan had become so heartless.

In the past, even a slight cough from her would make him worry endlessly, rushing out to buy medicine.

But now, he probably couldn't wait for her to die, just so he could be with Lydia.

When Wendy woke up again, she found herself in a hospital room, alone.

The room was empty, with only the sound of the heavy rain outside filling the space.

Her phone was dead, and she had no idea how long she had been unconscious. The sky outside was still overcast, making it impossible to guess the time.

Wendy put on her shoes and clothes, and slowly walked out of the room, supporting herself against the wall.

Almost as if guided by some unseen force, she found herself at Lydia's room.

Through the glass window of the door, Wendy's eyes were drawn to Lydia.

Even in a loose blue and white striped hospital gown, Lydia's face, as vibrant as a red rose, exuded an undeniable charm.

Though her face was slightly haggard, the paleness only made her bright eyes more striking, sparkling with life.

Her wavy hair, though a bit messy, looked like blooming flowers, alluring and radiant.

Wendy couldn't tear her eyes away from Lydia, feeling a pang of bitterness.

Once upon a time, she too was full of youth and hope, her heart burning with dreams for the future.

But now, the relentless flow of time and her marriage had washed away her smile, leaving only endless fatigue and a heart filled with despair.

How could anyone expect to be loved when they had become so wretched?

Even Wendy herself loathed what she had become.

Standing outside the room, Wendy watched silently, her heart aching.

Ethan was sitting by Lydia's bed, gently and attentively peeling an apple for her.

To everyone else, the now successful Ethan seemed cold and distant.

But Wendy knew that his tenderness and care were now reserved only for Lydia.

Of course, he had once been kind to her too, but that was long gone.

Lydia noticed Wendy's spying and smirked with disdain, her eyes full of contempt and mockery.

Ethan followed Lydia's gaze to the door and saw Wendy, feeling a surge of irritation.

Standing at the door, Wendy felt a sharp pain in her heart as she watched the intimate scene inside.

She didn't want to look, but she couldn't tear her eyes away, because the gentle Ethan she saw now was the one she had missed for so long.

Ethan shielded Lydia behind him, glaring at Wendy. Seeing her pale, bloodless face, he felt a mix of emotions, his brow furrowing. "Since you're awake, go home."

Wendy hesitated for a moment, her voice hoarse as she asked, "Will you come home tonight?"

Ethan looked at her with a wary gaze, and Wendy couldn't understand what she had done over the years to make him so guarded against her.

For the past three years, she had taken care of him and his family like a servant.

Though she could no longer help his career as she once did, she had always tried to use the Knight family's remaining connections to support the Collins Group.

She never mentioned it to him, to protect his pride.

Since Lydia had returned and joined the Collins Group, he had become increasingly cold towards her. She never brought it up, but how could she not care?

Wendy felt a sharp pain throughout her body, as if countless needles were piercing her heart, the agony spreading to every part of her, even making her fingers tremble.

She had no objections to Ethan's command.

Over the years, she had grown accustomed to it, from trying to please him to now silently obeying.

As she turned to leave, she heard Lydia's voice. "Is Wendy okay after losing so much blood? She doesn't look well."

Ethan's cold retort followed immediately, "She enjoys herself at home every day, what could be wrong?"

See, this was the man she had loved for so many years. Even her rival in love noticed her discomfort, but he didn't care at all.

'Figures. When a guy stops loving you, even looking at you is a hassle.' Wendy took a deep breath and turned to leave, the rain outside pouring down harder.

She walked out of the hospital slowly, without an umbrella, and was soaked as soon as she stepped out of the building.

Wendy felt a bone-chilling cold, her body trembling uncontrollably, her lips pale and bloodless, her long hair dripping with water.

She curled up in the rain, her stomach in severe pain. She couldn't help but cover her mouth and retch, tears mixing with the rain as they fell to the ground.

Suddenly, she slipped and almost fell, but a strong arm caught her.

Wendy looked up and saw a handsome, stern face, the man's deep eyes and powerful presence taking her by surprise.