CHAPTER 3
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“Oh! Don't worry about him, he is just here to do his job,” the deep voice made its way into Ivy’s ears.
“Forgive my manners, I am Atticus Timber,” he smirked, stretching his hand courteously.
Ivy narrowed her eyes into his gaze as she received the handshake. “Where are we going? What is a doctor doing here?” Ivy asked, exhaling nervously.
Atticus busted into scornful laughter as he received the scroll from one of his assistants who was driving. “What do you mean by where you are going? Of course to my house, you moron,” he answered, deliberately ignoring the question about the doctor.
His distracted eyes lowered into her exposed thigh because of her slitted gown.
“You are not bad though but I will take things slowly. The priority, for now, is the man by your other side and what he has to do,” Atticus signaled to the doctor, nodding his head in affirmation.
The doctor swallowed a bit as he held the syringe more firmly. “Ma’am, I am going to need you to open up your arm”
Ivy’s heart lurched at the doctor's order as she squeaked. “What for? What are you injecting me with?”
The doctor received another signal from Atticus and before Ivy would look the other way to find out what the doctor’s new instructions were, the doctor had a tape in his hand as he aggressively reached for her mouth.
“Help! Help! Don't do this,” Ivy screamed at the top of her voice into the empty air. The moving tinted vehicle with windshields was shut and there was no way anyone could hear.
Ivy was overpowered and the doctor soon taped her mouth tightly. Only muffled screams could be heard as the doctor inserted the sharp edge of the syringe into her arm. Ivy’s eyes began to become dizzy little by little and before she could catch one final breath, darkness enveloped her gaze.
“It's done boss,” the doctor gave an affirmative nod.
“We will continue the next steps subsequently.”
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Ivy felt a scale come off her eyes as she could feel her eyes open a bit. Where was she? How did she get there? Her belly was lying on the bed, and she could feel a tube attached to the back of her pelvic bone.
She could smell the atmosphere of a hospital but wasn't so sure. The last thing she could remember was how she got into a car with a man who introduced himself. She couldn't remember the name at that point though. She was very weak.
Ivy could barely feel her legs and she struggled to even move her hand. With a weak turn of her head, she could see liquid flowing from the back of her pelvic bone. ‘Is that my blood? Am I donating blood?” she exclaimed inwardly.
“Her heart rate is pretty normal”
“Check out for any possible complications. The flow is good but her blood pressure can be improved”
“Have her checked as soon as the transplant is done. There is no margin for errors”
Ivy could hear voices. ‘They were definitely doctors,’ she reasoned. ‘Transplant? Am I doing a transplant? Who am I donating blood to? Her thoughts started to worry her as she arched her back upward to understand better the situation of things.
“Easy! Easy!” A female nurse calmed her down, adjusting her posture.
“Why am I here? Are you drawing my blood?” Ivy mumbled, her voice low and weak.
“You need to stay calm Ma,” she responded, ignoring Ivy’s questions.
Ivy became more curious and a painful stretch of her neck allowed her to see another young lady by the other end of the tube with blood flowing inside of it.
The other lady wore golden hair and spotless brown skin. ‘Who is she?’ Ivy’s thoughts overcame her but she couldn't move further because she was weak and the nurse had also given her a scornful look as if to warn her.
The nurse soon removed the tube attached to Ivy’s back. “There you go,” she said, a sarcastic smile playing at the corner of her lips.
“You would need to rest well now”
Ivy began to recall how she got into Atticus’ car and how a doctor taped her before forcefully injecting her.
“So you are the reason why I had to go through all these?” Ivy snorted, pointing towards the brown-skinned lady as she tried to wriggle off her bed despite her obvious weakness.
Atticus walked in just as Ivy was yapping.
“Isabella?” Atticus sighed with ecstasy as he reached for her and touched her cheeks passionately before kissing her forehead.
Ivy was shocked and disgusted at Atticus’ attitude. Who was this lady to him that she gave her so much attention and didn’t even notice her presence? Is that why she was hooked into a contract marriage? To donate blood to her?
“Really? Isabella? That's her name,” Ivy nodded her head in disappointment.
“And who is she to you? Am I not supposed to be your wife?”
A nurse noticed that Ivy’s temper was rising and interfered. “Ma’am you should be resting well. You just had a bone marrow transplant as a donor and your body needs rest”.
Ivy could barely hear the nurse as her gaze was focused on Isabella with fury in her eyes.
“And who the f**k are you? Isabella blurted out, her face darkened with fury.
“Is it because you are my donor that you think you can just misbehave?”
“To hell with you bit*h!” she swayed her hands into the air in disgust before transferring her gaze towards Atticus. “Is this little girl meant to be talking to me like this? You are here, and you can't do anything about it?”
Ivy cleared her throat painfully. “You are calling me a little girl?” She uttered, throwing a laser gaze at both Isabella and Atticus, who wore a deadpan look.
“I blame Atticus for allowing his wife to become a donor for this riffraff”
Isabella popped her eyes open in surprise as she turned her face towards Atticus, who took a few steps backward, wearing a guilty face. He knew that it was always going to be a huge pill for Isabella to swallow that he found a wife since he was well aware of her interest in him.
“What!” she exclaimed, her heart missing several beats.
“Is the donor your wife?” Isabella questioned, her gaze steady on Atticus.
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