Eight Months Pregnant, My Boyfriend Dragged Me to Donate Bone Marrow

At eight months pregnant, my boyfriend and I, in our pure love, were involved in a car accident.

Caelan ignored the blood between my legs and rushed to the hospital carrying Faye in his arms.

When I opened my eyes again, I was tightly strapped to a blood donation table, my stomach in excruciating pain.

From outside the door, Caelan's conversation with the doctor came through clearly:

"Mr. Langdon, are you sure you want to do this? If we induce labor now, Miss Carlisle's baby could still be saved! But if we draw blood now, not only will the baby be lost, Miss Carlisle could also go into severe shock, endangering her life!"

After a moment of silence.

Caelan sighed, his voice hoarse as he said:

"Faye is critically injured and still in emergency care. The hospital blood bank is insufficient. Only Serenity's blood can save her. I can't stand by and do nothing."

"When Serenity wakes up, I'll do my best to make it up to her, marry her, and give her a proper status."

In just a few words, he casually decided the fate of me and our child.

I laughed bitterly to myself, closing my eyes in despair,

Allowing the sharp needle to pierce my arm.

It was too late.

Caelan still didn't know,

In just one more month, I was truly going to die.