Chapter 3

Yulia's POV

I couldn't watch anymore. I stood up abruptly and left the restaurant without looking back.

I drove through the night, wandering aimlessly.

Tears fell without warning. So this numb heart could still feel pain.

A white figure suddenly rushed out from the roadside.

I slammed on the brakes, but it was too late.

The front of my car hit the person hard, throwing them several meters away.

I hurriedly got out of the car.

When I saw who was lying in the pool of blood, I froze completely.

It was Chloe.

Why was she here?

Before I could figure it out, Adrian's furious roar came from behind.

He rushed out of the car behind mine and frantically picked up the unconscious Chloe.

"Yulia, why won't you even spare her!"

He looked up, his eyes full of hatred, as if he wanted to tear me apart.

"It wasn't me... She rushed out herself!" I explained, trembling.

Adrian wouldn't listen at all.

He carried Chloe to his own car. Before leaving, he only gave orders to the arriving bodyguards.

"Take her to the hospital. Make her kneel outside the emergency room to atone to Chloe!"

I was forced to kneel on the cold tiles, two bodyguards restraining me tightly. Every second felt like torture.

I heard Adrian pacing anxiously in the hallway, heard him roaring into his phone, using every connection to find the best doctors.

Finally, he stopped in front of me, his voice as cold as ice.

"If anything happens to her, you'll pay with your life."

After what seemed like forever, the emergency room light finally went out.

The doctor emerged, looking grave.

"The patient is out of immediate danger, but we discovered she has acute leukemia. She must undergo a bone marrow transplant immediately."

Adrian's body swayed.

The doctor continued.

"The patient has the rare Rh-negative blood type. Finding matching bone marrow will be extremely difficult..."

Before he finished, Adrian's gaze turned to me.

He remembered-I also had Rh-negative blood.

Under his stare, I felt cold all over, more terrified than ever before.

I struggled to stand up, wanting to escape.

"Hold her down!" Adrian commanded sharply.

The bodyguards immediately stepped forward and pinned me down.

"Adrian..." My voice shook uncontrollably. "Are you really going to do this to me?"

He walked up to me step by step, his face devoid of warmth, only cold determination.

"This is what you owe her. You have no right to refuse."

Then he turned to the doctor and ordered.

"Use her bone marrow. Arrange the surgery immediately!"

As they pushed me into the operating room, I saw Adrian sign his name as my spouse on a surgical consent form I had never agreed to.

The surgical lights were so bright I couldn't open my eyes.

In a daze, I remembered once cutting my finger while cooking vegetables. He had panicked as if the sky were falling.

He rushed me to the hospital, carefully bandaging me.

And now, this man personally sent me to the operating table to extract part of me to save another woman.

I closed my eyes, and tears slid down from the corners.

Our relationship had actually come to this.