_Zarelle’s POV_
Calden’s voice was low and hoarse. “Are you serious?”
I smiled at him with cold satisfaction. “As a heart attack.”
“But what can you do with the blood? You don’t need it.”
“I don’t, but a lot of others do.” I shrugged casually. “You know how rare my blood type is. I donated, no, I gave away so much of my blood to that woman over the past three years. I would have been okay with it if she really needed it. After all, you paid me a lot of money.”
Calden tried to explain desperately, “Thessaly is prone to injuries—”
“Save it. You and I both know she faked those injuries. Need I remind you of what happened the last time you summoned me to the hospital?”
Calden fell silent, his face going pale with the memory.
“I’m sure you remember Doctor Patel.” I tho
