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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

Looking at him carefully tending to the flowers and plants on the balcony, even testing the water temperature with his hand before watering, I couldn't help but smile.


The once dashing movie star in my memory now had such a delicate side.


At that time, I didn't know he was saying goodbye to this world in his own way.


With Xavion's efforts, top blood specialists from around the world came to examine me.


The examination fees alone cost millions, but he never cared about the expense.


With the most advanced treatments and careful nurturing, my complexion did improve considerably compared to before.


Even Faye said when she came to visit, "You have some color in your cheeks now."


But I knew better than anyone that the damage from the blood transfusions was already irreversible.


My blood type was extremely rare, with very few compatible donors.


Every time the blood test results came back, a flicker of undisguised disappointment would cross Xavion's face.


Chapter 11