Darling, I Know What You Did in My Last Life

I watched those two traitors—my husband and my brother's wife—walk off together, and I swore to myself I'd make them pay!

Seeing my brother's face go even paler had me losing my mind.

Dammit—I got my whole life back, yet I still couldn't save him?

Luckily, just when I was about to lose all hope, I heard the sirens outside.

Relief hit me like a wave, and I rushed to get the paramedics to take my brother to the ambulance.

The moment they got him in and they started the blood transfusion, my heart settled just a little.

But then, of course, Damon helped Cindy climb into the ambulance too.

Finally, my brother managed to wake up for a second, but the two traitors both leaned in, ready to put on their act!

"Oh, darling, you're finally awake! You had me worried sick! I searched everywhere for an ambulance to get you here! God, now, I can rest easy."

"Bro, you've gotta pull through! I was losing it seeing you like this—I'm so glad you're awake now!"

But seeing those two feign their concern in front of me made my skin crawl.

If Ronan weren't in such bad shape, I swear I'd be exposing those liars' secrets right then and there!

But Ronan squeezed my hand, his voice weak.

"Amara, if... if I don't make it… be strong... Keep our company running…"

I could barely hold back my tears. "Ronan, no..., you're gonna make it!"

But damn it, the blood supply in the ambulance was limited, and soon enough, my brother slipped back into unconsciousness.

I caught the two traitors exchanging glances like they were secretly planning something.

But my brother's life being on the line was everything that was on my mind, and I didn't have the energy to confront them right then.

As the ambulance bumped along the rough road, I wished I could jump out and push it myself to make it get us to the city hospital faster.

After some whispers between Cindy and Damon, she leaned forward and told the driver, "Head to Hopewell Medical Center! It's the closest one! I used to work there, so I know it well!"

My brother's situation was getting critical with all the blood he'd lost. If he could get a transfusion at a closer hospital, that would be a miracle!

After 10 minutes, we pulled up to Hopewell Medical Center.

For a moment, just thinking about my brother finally getting treated eased my resentment toward the two traitors just a little.

Maybe, just maybe, Cindy was not entirely heartless after all.

But as soon as we got Ronan into the ER, I found out—the hospital blood bank was nearly empty! To make things more complicated, Ronan had a rare blood type, and no compatible blood was available!

And right then, I finally realized what the two fucking devils were really up to.

Hopewell Medical Center was close to the earthquake zone. It's a small hospital, where, of course, blood banks for rare blood types are sure to be scarce!

Cindy sighed, feigning helplessness. "What are we supposed to do now? If he doesn't get a blood transfusion soon, my husband's not gonna make it!"

Just as I was about to demand they transfer my brother somewhere else, a nurse whispered, "Dr. Rupert, a doctor here, has a rare blood type, too. Not sure if he's on duty, though..."

Her quiet little voice struck me like a bolt of lightning.

Clutching the nurse's arm like it was my lifeline, I pleaded, "Please, tell me, where's his office?"

But before the nurse could respond, Cindy jumped in, "I know where it is! I'll go get him! Amara, stay here and look after your brother."

Without waiting for my response, she disappeared into the night.

But something about her rushing off didn't sit right with me, so I decided to follow her.

Damon was right behind me, nagging in my ear.

"She's already going to find that doctor. What's the point of you tagging along? Who's gonna look after your brother?"

But with nurses attending Ronan, I had nothing to worry about.

I needed to find Dr. Rupert fast—he's my brother's fighting chance!

Following Cindy led me to a building for the medical staff.

From a distance, I spotted her pushing someone toward the hospital exit.

I rushed over and asked the staff. "Excuse me! Are you Dr. Rupert?"