ManyWriters

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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

I decisively picked up the most eye-catching picture frame and smashed it hard on the ground.


To my surprise, there was a small hidden compartment behind the frame. Inside the compartment sat a wooden box, neatly placed.


I stood stunned for a moment before opening the box.


Inside were a medical examination report and an old diary, both slightly yellowed with age.


The medical report contained my information, with my blood type specially marked.


I flipped through the diary page by page, watching as the handwriting evolved from childish to mature.


Nearly half of the diary was filled with Nolan's affection and longing for Aria.


Until one page, where the tone suddenly shifted.


Nolan had even drawn little flowers next to the words. Just reading the text, I could feel his excitement.


Chapter 5