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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.

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

Next to them lay a pink lace thong that didn't belong to me.


The slick texture quickly made me realize what they had done here.


I hugged the toilet and started retching uncontrollably, when my phone suddenly vibrated a few times nearby.


A woman's soft voice came through the phone:


"Of course I love you, I'll love you forever."


The call ended, and Faye immediately sent a few messages, which she quickly retracted.


[Serenity, how does it feel to faint from having your blood drawn?]


[I just had the doctor tell Caelan there wasn't enough of my blood type in the blood bank, and he couldn't wait to drain all the blood from your body to give to me, even willing to sacrifice his own flesh and blood to save me]


[It's such a shame, I should have let you see with your own eyes what your fully formed child looked like after being suffocated to death in your womb]


Her undisguised malice wrapped around me tightly like a venomous snake.


The pain that had been building up in my chest finally exploded, twisting my stomach with a dull ache.


Suddenly, a mouthful of fresh blood spurted out.I trembled all over, trying to reach for my medicine in my bag, but found I couldn't even stand up.


I could only crawl towards the door, painfully inching forward step by step.


A long, horrifying trail of blood was left on the floor.


My fingers were just inches away from the medicine, but I couldn't hold on any longer. I collapsed, powerless, beside the bed.


When I opened my eyes again, it was to Faye's shrill screams.


Her eyes were wide as saucers, her body shrinking back in fear.


Caelan, drawn by her cries, looked on in shock at the blood-streaked floor and my weakened state. He immediately moved to help me up.


Faye, seeing his actions, narrowed her eyes in displeasure, her gaze full of calculation.


"Serenity, Caelan told me everything about you two last night. Even if you despise me, there's no need to resort to such tricks, is there?"


Caelan's movements abruptly halted, the concern in his eyes gradually turning to suspicion.


The doubt in his eyes pierced my heart, causing it to ache sharply.


Caelan hesitated for a few seconds, then tentatively took a step forward.


Behind him, Faye whimpered softly, her voice weak and pained:


"I feel so awful... Caelan, my head is hurting again..."Caelan didn't hesitate for a moment as he shook off my hand, turning to scoop up the unconscious Faye in his arms.


His brow was tightly furrowed, his eyes filled with undisguised disappointment.


"Serenity, I've told you many times that Faye is just my sister. I never thought you'd become so jealous that you'd resort to coughing up blood just to gain sympathy!"


"If anything happens to Faye, you and I are through!"


With that, he strode away without so much as a glance back at me.


I lowered my head with a bitter smile, took out my chemotherapy medication from my bag, and hailed a cab to the hospital alone.


When my attending physician saw me covered in blood, he berated me for half an hour, his face etched with concern.


"Where's your family? Since you started chemotherapy, I haven't seen anyone else with you."


I slowly shook my head, my tone eerily calm:


"I don't have any family in this country."


The doctor's expression immediately became complicated, and he sighed helplessly:


Chapter 3