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The night Xavion stood on stage accepting his Best Actor award at the Golden Globes.
I lay in the ICU, where the doctor had just informed me my blood could no longer support any transfusion.
The awards ceremony host invited Xavion to make a call to his "biggest regret in life."
Without hesitation, his fingers dialed that all-too-familiar number.
The phone in my hospital room suddenly vibrated, carrying his deep accusation:
"You chose to disappear for money. Now that you see my success, do you regret it?"
I stared at the sky-high bill for blood transfusions by my bedside, a mocking smile tugging at my lips:
"Oh great actor, could you spare me $5 million?"
The call ended abruptly. On screen, Xavion's eyes turned sharp:
"Some people aren't worth remembering."
He would never know that when his blood was severely contaminated,
I secretly gave him transfusion after transfusion to save his life.

After He Became a Famous Actor By Receiving My Blood Transfusions

Hollywood City, this place, is like half a home to me.


At eighteen, I arrived here with a battered suitcase, chasing my dreams.


Back then, I didn't know how to act, so I just followed the crew as an extra.


Now, returning to this underground garage, the mold stains in the corner are still the same.


As I tidy up the scattered props, I think about the nights I used to spend here practicing lines until midnight.


Mrs. Winters, the old prop master, stands at the doorway leaning on her cane, her face full of joy.


"Mrs. Winters..." The familiar name makes my nose tingle with emotion.


Back then, no one wanted to take on a newbie like me, but Mrs. Winters took me in,


Teaching me makeup, prop preparation, helping me survive in Hollywood City.


She always used to say, "In this business, you need patience. Take it slow."


The moment I saw her, I couldn't keep up the act anymore.


Chapter 9