Chapter 192 It Will Kill Her!
I tugged at my sleeve, feeling a flush of embarrassment creeping up my cheeks, ready to confess the truth when a commotion suddenly erupted from the banquet hall.
"Oh my God!" Someone yelled, "Bella Harris has fainted! Call an ambulance!"
In an instant, Jerry, who had been quietly brooding, sprang up and dashed out like a gust of wind. Claire, visibly startled, swiftly composed herself and left in a hurry with the assistance of a servant.
In the now empty living room, it was just Elissa and me standing there.
"Let's go, don't worry about it." Elissa urged, pulling me away. "Other people have their families and doting fiancés. You need to take care of yourself first. Let's rush to the hospital so it doesn't get as bad as last time."
At the hospital, after they drew several vials of blood, I found myself in the infusion room awaiting Elissa.
The itch persisted. With Elissa stepping out to pay the bill, I couldn't resist scratching my neck until the skin broke. Even so, it offered no relief; the itch was maddening.
"Oh my God!" Elissa exclaimed upon her return, seeing me scratch wildly like a crazed animal. She hurried over, pinning my hands to stop me. "Do you want to ruin your face? You think you're still in your twenties, with a metabolism that wipes out scars? If you leave marks, you'll be ugly as hell."
I nearly sobbed, "I already look terrible." On the verge of tears, I lamented my reflection.
During the cab ride to the hospital, I had taken a peep in my compact mirror. My face was a mosaic of angry rashes, a truly hideous sight.
Elissa, sensing my despair, soothed me repeatedly, "It's just temporary. The doctor said once you get the IV and take your medicine for a couple of days, the rashes will disappear. I'll get you a cold drink afterward to help cool you down."
Grateful beyond measure, I took the medicine from Elissa as if it were a lifeline. "Alright, I'll go get the IV."
Despite the time and the winter season, the infusion area was bustling, congested with children suffering from colds, making the wait feel interminable. Finally, when my turn arrived, a sudden sound of hurried footsteps echoed from outside the infusion room.
Skylar rushed in, flanked by bodyguards, her eyes frantic and searching. Her gaze locked onto me, and she rushed forward with a singular focus.
Elissa stood protectively in front of me. "What do you want now?!"
"Ms. Royston!" Skylar, uncharacteristically humble, pleaded, "My daughter has fainted. She has aplastic anemia and a rare blood type. We can't find a blood source now. Please save her!"
Elissa coldly replied, "Which daughter? The one who kidnapped Hope or the one you just found?"
Skylar’s voice trembled with urgency, "Bella."
Elissa pressed me in front of the nurse, saying coldly, "Sorry, can't help! Hope is also unwell and needs an IV. You should know that you can't donate blood within a few days of taking medication."
I was itching so badly that I couldn't wait to get the injection, extending my rash-covered arm to cooperate with the nurse. However, when I saw the bright needle, I instinctively felt a bit scared and closed my eyes.
But the expected sting of the needle never came. Skylar had instructed her bodyguards to stop the nurse.
The sensation of countless tiny bugs crawling on my skin was making me lose my mind. I gritted my teeth. "Ms. Harris's life is a life, but mine isn't?"
"Ms. Royston." Skylar seemed momentarily taken aback by the hatred burning in my eyes, then broke down into tears, pleading desperately, "When I learned your blood type matched Bella’s, the doctor said you were having an allergic reaction. An allergy won't kill you, but my daughter will die without a blood source."
When a person was in extreme physical discomfort, they became extremely selfish. I couldn't care about anything else and scratched myself in agony, "What does that have to do with me?"
Already suffering so much, now I had to be the hero and save someone else?
Skylar suddenly dropped to her knees, tears pouring down her face, pleading, "Please, your condition isn’t critical. Please save my daughter. I beg you."
Everyone in the infusion room looked over in surprise. In that moment, Skylar was every inch the desperate mother, frantic over her daughter's life with no other options left. And I was the villain, refusing to save a life over a "minor ailment."
I refused firmly, "No."
I glared icily at Skylar and turned to Elissa. "Elissa, call the police. Mrs. Harris is maliciously obstructing my medical treatment and attempting to murder me."
I cared more about my own life than what others thought of me.
Who was Bella? The daughter of the Harris family. Everyone in the Harris and Hammer families was undoubtedly using all their connections to find a blood source. Even if I didn't donate, Bella would likely be fine.
Even if, in the worst-case scenario, Bella remained in danger, I couldn't sacrifice my life for hers. After all, donating blood mid-allergic reaction could lead to shock or death.
I wasn't that noble.
"Mom! Why are you still talking to them!" Kimberly arrived in high heels, finally able to take revenge for the embarrassment at the banquet, and commanded the bodyguards, "What are you waiting for? Take her to draw blood!"
I shouted, "Let go of me!"
Already in immense pain, I couldn't put up much resistance. Elissa’s eyes reddened with panic as she tried desperately to halt them but was overpowered. She yelled, "Kimberly Harris! What you're doing is illegal. If anything happens to Hope, can you take responsibility?"
Kimberly sneered, "Illegal? Do you know who really controls the law in Maple Valley?"
With a wave of arrogance, Kimberly ordered her remaining bodyguards, "Check everyone's phones in the infusion room. If anyone recorded a video, delete it."
Pointing at Elissa, she added, "And restrain her."
She was using her power to the fullest.
Soon, I was taken to the blood donation area. To keep me from resisting or calling for help, they strapped me to a chair and gagged me.
Kimberly leaned in with a sinister smile, her voice low and venomous. "Hope Royston, you’re really unlucky. But fate is fair. It always seems to let people like me control the lives of people like you."
Kimberly squinted at the medical staff, instructing, "Hurry up and draw the blood! If you don't, and something happens to my 'sister,' none of you will be able to stay in Maple Valley!"
Outside, hurried footsteps approached.
It was Claire's voice. "Did you find someone willing to donate blood for Bella so quickly?"
Skylar’s voice sounded triumphant. "Yes, no need to worry. Bella has finally caught a break; even God is watching over her."
My leg, barely restrained, suddenly broke free of the rope. Just as the nurse was about to insert the needle into my vein, I kicked the mobile medical cart.
The loud crash drew attention from outside.
"Is the person inside not donating blood voluntarily?" This voice was Jerry's.
"Mr. Hammer, they tied up Hope!! She's having an allergic reaction, and donating blood could kill her!" Elissa's voice was faint but desperate; she had somehow escaped her captors and was now drawing closer.
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