I was in a desperate situation, he was with his ex

My mouth was covered, and I was forcibly taken to the operating room.

The prepared doctor immediately injected me with a sedative and anesthetic before they let go of my hands and feet.

Andy watched me, and I felt like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

It turned out that even though he was certain that I would donate bone marrow because of him, he still made a thorough plan B for Maggie.

I struggled to get out of bed and lost my balance, knocking over the surgical instruments.

The surgical knife fell and stabbed directly into the upper of Maggie's shoe.

I wished it had stabbed her flesh instead. But Andy's face turned completely sullen.

"Serena, that's enough! Don't go too far!"

After saying that, he squatted down, took her shoe off, held her foot in his hands, and examined it so carefully as if it were some kind of precious treasure.

"Maggie, I was so freaked out. Are you OK? You must be terrified."

Was that Andy, the clean freak?

He was almost kissing Maggie's foot.

He really loved Maggie. He asked me to brush my teeth three times before kissing me, but he didn't mind Maggie's foot odor.

I suddenly burst into tears of laughter.

Andy, however, thought that I was mocking Maggie and became furious with me.

"Serena, I have already promised to give you two children and arranged the wedding banquet according to your preferences. What more do you want?"

It turned out that marrying me and having children with me was him pitying me!

He made such a great sacrifice. That was why he figured he was so qualified and righteous to pay off the doctor and make me donate my bone marrow.

"Are you deaf? I said it already. If you love her so much, donate yours. I will never save her even if I die! We are done, so don't talk about jokes like getting married again."

"You won't donate? Do you think it's up to you to decide?"

After Andy was rich again, he resumed his previous noble demeanor and became colder and more ruthless towards others. He only treated me slightly differently.

But not anymore.

After saying that, he and the nurse pressed me onto the operating table again.

Even though I had already lost the ability to resist, Andy still tightly clutched my wrist.

"Get started!"

When my clothes were lifted up, and the doctor approached with a bone marrow needle, I desperately begged Andy.

"I'm pregnant, and I have cancer. This will kill me and the baby!"

Andy seemed to hear a big joke and scorned.

"I had a vasectomy. How could you be pregnant? And do you think cancer is a cold? You won't have cancer so easily."

I widened my eyes in disbelief.

He didn't like using protections and didn't want me to secretly stop taking birth control pills, so he went so far as to have a vasectomy to prevent me from trapping him with a child?

The needle had already lightly pierced the skin, and I, who was always sensitive to anesthesia, trembled uncontrollably.

"Andy, I'm not lying to you. The result report of the checkup is in my pocket. See for yourself. And you'll know I'm not lying!"

The doctor stopped the injection and asked him with a frown.

"You should be sure if she's pregnant or not first. If she really is..."

Andy's nails embedded deeply into my wrist, causing me pain, but he continued to exert more force.

"The baby hasn't formed. It should feel grateful because it can save a person's life! It's worth it!"

I felt coldness all over.

"Please! This is my last baby! I won't be able to get pregnant again."

I wanted to take out the report in my pocket, but I had no strength at all.

Maggie held Andy's arm and looked at me with pity and sorrow.

"Serena, it won't hurt now that you're under anesthesia. If you want to cry, go ahead, No one will laugh at you."

After glancing at the phone, the doctor no longer tried to persuade them.

The needle pierced into my body, but it didn't hurt at all.

As the bone marrow was drawn out, I felt something slowly flowing away from my body.

In the long wait, I couldn't speak.

To ensure success, Andy had the doctor draw twice the amount.

The doctor had already left, but I still curled up on the operating table like a living dead.

Andy came back to see me after sending Maggie to the ward.

He picked me up and frowned, asking me.

"You lost weight again? Stop secretly losing weight anymore. Being too bony will only make my hands hurt. If you're too skinny, you won't look good in a wedding dress. After Maggie finishes the surgery, we will have a grand wedding on the island. I will fulfill all the promises I made to you. By the way, I will have the surgery later to be fertile again. Be healthy so that you can give birth to my children."

He looked at me tenderly and affectionately as if he weren't the one who forcibly pressed his body against mine so that the doctor could draw my bone marrow.

When he tried to lean in to kiss me, I dodged away.

My face began to distort, and the abdominal pain made me gasp.

He didn't know that behind him, there was a winding trail of blood, glaring red.

His personal bodyguard, Shawn Porter, was the first to notice that the blood was dripping from me.

"Mr. Parham! Blood!

"Mrs. Parham ... is bleeding profusely!"