My Wife Forced Me to Give Her First Love a Blood Transfusion

But then, I quickly realized that Isabella and I hadn't even gotten our marriage certificate, so there was no talk of divorce at all.

"Well, we have no relationship anymore," I continued.

"Noah, Herman and I are just siblings. Stop being unreasonable."

Herman was the adopted son of the Johnson family, and since they were like siblings, my jealousy turned into a disruption of their sibling relationship. To outsiders, it appeared as though I was just being unreasonable.

But what did love have to do with being like siblings?

My patience had reached its limit, so I walked away from Isabella.

But before I took a few steps, Herman's screams came from behind.

"Bella, I have a nosebleed. Hurry up! I need a blood transfusion!"

Herman had hemophilia. At that moment, he was holding his nose, and blood was seeping through the gaps in his fingers.

Besides, he had the rarest type of blood, and only I could donate to him.

I paused for a moment, subconsciously thinking of running away, but before I could take a few steps, Isabella stopped me.

"Noah, give Herman a blood transfusion!"

Impossible!

My grandmother, who had been my only family since childhood, had just died of a heart attack from the distress she caused. There was absolutely no way I could donate blood to Herman.

I tried to run away, holding the urn, but several bodyguards surrounded me from all directions.

"Isabella, let me go! My grandmother has been killed by you. It's impossible for me to give him a blood transfusion!"

But Isabella just sneered, took a few steps closer, raised her hand, and smashed the urn in my hand to the ground.

"Where did you learn this new trick? How could you use your most beloved family member as leverage to manipulate me? Noah, you are truly heartless and insane."

My mind went blank, and I couldn't hear what she said at all.

"Grandma..."

My grandmother was killed because of them, and now even her ashes had been shattered by them.

I sat on the ground in despair. My face was pale, and I was unable to make a single sound from the sheer collapse.

When she saw me in that state, Isabella's eyes flashed with sympathy. Just as she was about to take a few steps forward, Herman collapsed behind her.

The pain in her eyes disappeared in an instant and turned into deep fear.

"What are you still standing there for? Take both of them to the hospital for a blood transfusion immediately!"

The bodyguards pulled me up from the ground. I struggled desperately, humbly begging, "I can't do anymore blood transfusion! Isabella, my body has reached its limit. If I donate blood again, I'll die!"

I was not lying. Years of blood transfusions I had completely strained my body. The doctor warned me that if I had donated any more blood, I would run the risk of hemorrhagic shock.

Isabella turned to me abruptly and asked, "What did you say?"

However, at that moment, Herman was gasping for breath on the ground, making a "hiss" sound of near death. Isabella made a judgment almost instantly.

"Noah, to avoid donating blood to Herman, you really make up any lie."

I was struck by lightning.

In her mind, I had apparently reached the point where I could use my grandmother's death and my safety to lie.

How utterly insane must I be...

But at this moment, I could no longer focus on anger or dissatisfaction. Before Grandma died, she held my hand and told me to live a long and prosperous life. I was the only one she had left in this world.

Tears blurred my vision, and I knelt almost humbly to beg Isabella.

"Isabella, please let me go this time. You can have as much blood as you want after I recover. But not now. I will die. I will really die!"

Yet, she just stood there, her eyes briefly showing a flash of reluctance, followed by a chilling indifference.

The needle was inserted into my vein, and the sedative quickly took effect. I reached out and desperately clung to the blurred figure in front of me, pleading with all my strength, "Please, let me go..."

My eyes closed weakly, and I fell into a huge darkness.

But it wasn't long before I went into hypovolemic shock from the blood loss and was hurriedly pushed out and taken to the hospital.

"Patient's condition is critical. A hidden genetic disorder has been discovered. We must..."

The doctor hesitated.

Isabella snapped impatiently, "Must what? Stop stammering!"

"Sterilize the patient."

The room was filled with silence.

Isabella sneered, "The Johnson family has donated a fortune to this hospital. If you can't handle it, get out!"

The doctor wiped the sweat from his forehead and said briefly in a trembling voice, "Without sterilization, we cannot proceed with the blood transfusion."

Isabella's fingers slightly curled, her eyes reflecting a complex mix of emotions. After a few seconds, she spoke in a hoarse voice, "Perform the sterilization procedure on him."

The operating light came on.

When I opened my eyes again, the room was empty.

I was in a coma for a day and a night.

The red, swollen needle marks on the back of my hand indicated that the blood transfusion had lasted at least two hours.

I felt pain in my lower body.

As if I sensed something, I pulled a nurse over to ask.

"Sir, you just had the sterilization procedure. Please try not to get too agitated. The wound might start bleeding."

I felt as if I was struck by lightning, and I was so angry that I spat out a mouthful of blood.