ZOEY'S POV
My mistress asked the nurse about my health while I kept watching them nonchalantly. There's nothing worse than the life I have been living with my wicked mother, so I know I can handle whatever life throws at me no matter what. I’m sure even if I have terminal sickness or disease I wouldn’t really care because it is not like I’m living at the moment, I’m only surviving.
The nurse took a deep sigh. "She's compatible." The nurse had a little smile on her face, but I was stunned because I don't understand what the nurse meant by 'she's compatible.'
After all, we are talking about my health, but she's replying with compatibility. Who's compatible? What is compatible?
"But you might need to feed her well because she's quite low on blood." The nurse said, which made me sigh. I th
