The next morning, Francis woke up in a strange bed.
He blinked, trying to make sense of his surroundings. His head throbbed from last night’s drinking, and his body felt sluggish.
He looked around.
No one was there.
Slowly, memories from the previous night surfaced. At a gathering with friends, he had ended up talking about Julia.
He had told them how much she had loved him—how she had given up a kidney for him and worked tirelessly by his side. He had even admitted, for a brief moment, that he felt guilty for how he had treated her.
Then, he had gotten drunk.
Francis vaguely remembered Valerie taking him back to the villa.
A sudden ringing broke the morning silence. His assistant’s panicked voice came through the phone.
"It's bad, Mr. Pendleton! Miss Valerie is bleeding heavily from a miscarriage! She’s in the hospital undergoing emergency treatment!"
Francis sat up abruptly, his mind racing.
"The doctor said Miss Valerie has a rare O-negative blood type, and the hospital is running out of supply. Her life is in danger!"
Was Valerie … in trouble?
Images from the previous night flashed in his mind. Valerie was in bed with him with her hands on his body.
This hadn’t been his plan, but under the influence of alcohol and desire, he hadn’t stopped himself.
Wasn’t it just a bit of fun? How could it have caused heavy bleeding and a miscarriage?
Then, a thought struck him.
Julia.
"Find Julia," he ordered. "She has the same blood type as Valerie. Valerie must be saved!"
Julia had already arrived at the airport, holding a one-way ticket to freedom.
Just as she was about to board, her phone rang.
"Is this Miss Julia Alderston?" a deep voice asked.
"This is Doctor Alex Harkinson from the London Blood Bank Center."
Julia froze.
During her kidney surgery a month ago, doctors had discovered her rare O-negative blood type and recorded it in the national database.
Doctor Harkinson continued, his voice urgent.
"A pregnant woman has suffered a miscarriage and is losing too much blood. Her blood type is extremely rare, like yours. The hospital's supply is critically low. Would you be willing to donate?"
Faced with a life-or-death situation, Julia didn’t hesitate.
She changed her flight and rushed to the hospital.
Due to her weakened condition, she was advised to donate only a small amount.
But she insisted on giving twice as much as recommended.
The dark red blood flowed out of her body, making her dizzy, but she didn’t regret it.
If she could save one—maybe even two—lives, it was worth it.
As Julia sat in the hospital, still weak from the blood loss, a familiar figure appeared in the corridor.
Francis.
He hurried toward her, his face filled with worry.
"Francis, what are you doing here?" Julia asked, her voice laced with doubt.
His lips tightened, as if he were hiding something.
"I… I came to see my cousin. She just gave birth," he said hesitantly.
Before Julia could respond, Henry, Francis' assistant, arrived, speaking in hurried French.
"Francis, Valerie is stable now. Luckily, Julia donated blood in time."
Francis let out a relieved sigh. "That’s good."
Julia’s breath caught.
So that was it.
First, he had used her love.
Now, he had used her kindness.
To him, she had never been a lover—just a walking blood bank, a disposable resource.
Without another word, she stood up and walked away.
Before boarding her flight, she removed her SIM card and threw it in the trash.
This time, she will leave this man behind forever. From now on, she will only pursue her own future and her own sun!
