Chapter 4
When I opened my eyes again, I was in a hospital room.
I turned my head slightly and saw Lorian sitting beside the bed, exhaustion written all over his face.
The moment he saw I was awake, he leaned forward, his voice filled with relief.
“Saffron, you’re awake, Jesus, do you know you were out for a whole day? You scared the shit out of me.”
“How are you feeling? Does anything hurt?”
I tried to speak, but my throat was so dry and raw that no sound came out.
“Wilda got hurt,” Lorian suddenly said, his tone urgent. “She has a bleeding disorder–can’t stop bleeding and the hospital’s running low on blood…”
My heart started sinking
“You two have the same blood type.” He grabbed my hand. “Saffron, you need to go donate some blood for her, okay?”
This was fucking insane. Absolutely insane.
I yanked my hand away, aggravating my broken ribs and making me gasp in pain.
He’d just stood there and let my motorcycle go over a cliff–I could’ve died–and the first thing out of his mouth was asking me to drag my weak body to save Wilda?
“I’m not doing it.” My voice was hoarse, every word feeling like razors in my throat.
Lorian frowned. “For the sake of baby, just deal with it, okay? Once the kid’s born, this whole thing will be over.”
I felt ice–cold, staring into his eyes, searching for even a hint of guilt or concern for me.
But those eyes I’d loved for over twenty years showed nothing but anxiety and impatience.
“Mr. Vale, Miss Devereux’s condition is critical…” a doctor whispered from the doorway.
Lorian immediately stood up, practically dragging me toward the blood donation room.
The nurse recognized me and knew I’d just had an abortion.
“Mr. Vale, Mrs. Vale can’t donate blood–she just had an abortion procedure a few days ago…”
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