Chapter 1

I took my one-year-old son on a vacation, but a brake failure caused a severe car crash.

My son and I were rushed to the hospital's emergency room for surgery, but the blood bank was out of stock.

The doctor immediately contacted my husband, Brent.

He refused to donate blood for us, no matter what.

In the end, my son and I died on the operating table due to excessive blood loss.

Brent brought another woman and her child home.

He used my compensation to throw her a dream wedding, living happily ever after while trampling on the bones of my son and me.

I died with a heart full of hatred.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day before the car accident.

This time, I'm going to make him pay for everything I've been through!

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1

At the entrance of the emergency room, the doctor frantically used my phone to call Brent.

He informed him about the car accident that my son and I had been in.

Brent said he would come right away.

But it took him a hard half hour to arrive.

The hospital used all their emergency equipment on my son and me.

But due to the lack of stored blood in the blood bank, they couldn't perform surgery.

As luck would have it, Brent's blood type matched both mine and our son's.

When he finally got to the hospital, the doctor immediately urged him to donate blood.

"Mr. Winters, your wife and son are in critical condition. How could you dawdle for so long? Thank goodness you're still in time. Quick, donate blood now so we can start the surgery!"

Brent glanced into the hospital room with displeasure, furrowing his brow.

"What could I do about the traffic jam? I'm here now, aren't I? Why are you hounding me like this? It's not like they're dead, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, all the medical staff around him were stunned.

"Mr. Winters, that's your beloved child lying in there. How can you say such a thing?"

"The car accident was severe. Your darling wife's leg is broken from protecting your child!""It's not the time to discuss this now. You need to donate blood quickly. The surgical preparations are complete, and we're just waiting for you!"

Brent's face darkened instantly.

"Are you kidding me? Your hospital's blood bank doesn't have enough? This is playing with people's lives! I'm anemic, how can I donate so much? No way, I don't agree."

The doctor's face reddened with urgency as he tried to explain.

"The surgery won't require that much blood. It won't affect your health. You'll recover it all within a month at most. Is a little blood really more important than your darling's and child's lives?"

The nurse also angrily scolded him, dissatisfied:

"Exactly! Your darling is already risking half her life to give birth. How can you be like this? In my ten-plus years working, I've never seen a family member like you!"

But no matter how they tried to persuade him, Brent persistently refused to donate blood.

His attitude grew increasingly impatient.

"It's your hospital's problem if you don't have enough blood. Why should family members bear the consequences of your mistakes? Shouldn't you be considering your own errors in this situation?"

"Anyway, I've said my piece. Donating blood is out of the question. My own health isn't good either. Don't try to fool me here. A single surgery would drain at least half my blood, let alone for two people? If I donate all that blood, would I even have a chance of leaving here alive?"The crowds of patients nearby, witnessing the scene, rushed forward to persuade him.

But Brent remained steadfast in his refusal, unwilling to nod in agreement.

A burly man with his leg wrapped in bandages stomped angrily towards the doctor, rolling up his sleeve.

"It's just a blood transfusion, right? I'm Type A too. Take mine. I can't believe it's this hard to save someone!"

"Your darling must've been blind to fall for you!"

The doctor profusely thanked him, grabbing his arm to lead him away for the blood draw.

Brent, however, leaped forward in a flash, blocking their path.

"Who the hell are you? I don't know you. Who knows what kind of diseases you might have? I won't let you give blood to my darling. Get lost!"

The burly man began arguing with him in front of everyone.

Brent, unable to contain his anger, lashed out with a kick straight to the man's injury.

The bandage instantly soaked through with fresh blood.

Cursing loudly, the nurses quickly whisked the man away to the clinic to re-dress his wound.

Hearing the commotion at the door, I struggled to sit up.

Just then, my son's heart rate monitor began blaring an alarming siren.

Fighting through the excruciating pain of my broken leg, I pleaded desperately with Brent from the hospital bed.

"Even if you won't save me, please save our son! He's only one year old. He doesn't need much blood!"

That single sentence drained every ounce of strength from my body.

Blood instantly soaked through the white bedsheets, staining them crimson.