Violet sat collapsed on the pavement outside Blake Group headquarters, refusing to leave. People around her whispered and pointed, her knees raw and aching, but she didn't care. She had knelt from morning until evening, finally waiting for Adrian.
His gaze was cold, his voice sharp as ice. "Why are you here?"
"Rosie won't make it… please, I beg you, donate your bone marrow for her," Violet said, her voice weak, yet the hand clutching his sleeve gripped with surprising strength.
Adrian sneered. "You want me to give bone marrow to a bastard?"
"She's not a bastard…" Under Adrian's murderous glare, Violet corrected herself. "Fine. She's a bastard. I'm worthless. I cheated. It's all my fault. For old times' sake… please, save her. Please."
Adrian scanned her from head to toe. She looked wr
