"I'm not going! Get your hands off me!"
Claire struggled violently, but the bodyguards overpowered her, dragging her to the hospital.
When she arrived, Irene lay weakly on the bed while Steve stood nearby, his face stormy.
"Irene needs a blood transfusion after severe blood loss. I remember you have RH-negative blood. You can donate to her."
"What did you just say?"
Pinned mercilessly to the hospital bed, Claire stared at Steve in disbelief. This was the man who'd once treasured her so deeply he'd panic at the slightest scratch, now could demand she donate blood to his mistress.
"Steve, I'll never give her my blood. You can forget about it!"
"If Mrs. Reed refuses, let it be, Mr. Reed. This is all my fault anyway." Irene put on a frail act, her voice barely audible. "I'll be fine...
