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On the eve of my wedding, my mother was in a car accident and urgently needed matching blood.
Due to my mother's rare blood type, even though I had just found out I was pregnant, I still decided to donate blood for her.
However, when I miscarried from excessive blood loss, my fiancé and childhood sweetheart were solely focused on accompanying Aria, who was getting cosmetic surgery at the hospital.
Ignoring my pain, I begged on my knees, finally convincing my fiancé to personally operate on my critically ill mother.
After the surgery, Nolan said it had failed and my mother was gone.
Two days later, I overheard Aria's intimate encounter with the two brothers through the door.
Aria coyly said:
"Blaine, you really live up to being a race car driver. You hit that old lady so precisely. And Nolan, you're amazing too, you directly killed the old lady during treatment."
"Thanks to you both, I was able to get Seraphina's blood for my surgery."
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Betrayed and Used As a Blood Bank, I Faked My Death

Three people accompanied me to the hospital with the same purpose, eyeing me as if watching a comedy unfold.


It wasn't until they saw me being wheeled into the operating room that Nolan's expression showed a hint of unease.


During the emergency procedure, a doctor rushed out of the operating room and anxiously said:


"The patient has lost too much blood, but her blood type is rare. Do any of you have a matching blood type?"


Nolan and Blaine almost simultaneously looked towards Aria, but they just hesitated, staring for a long time without answering.


After what felt like minutes of stalemate, Nolan finally shook his head weakly:


At the same time, two more doctors emerged from the operating room, their tone half regretful and half resigned:


"Due to the lack of timely blood transfusion, we couldn't save the patient."


"The patient's condition deteriorated to this point. It's clear how neglectful you've been of her health."


Chapter 9