Chapter 5
With Matthew gone, Monica dropped the act, her eyes glinting with triumph.
“And why should I? Are you blind? My son is injured!““]
“He has a scraped knee! My daughter has a clotting disorder! She’ll die if she has to wait!‘“]}]
Sophie’s voice cracked with tears.[]
A doctor, hearing the commotion, stepped inside and hesitantly suggested, “What’s going on? If there’s enough blood, maybe we could spare some for this lady’s child?”
Sophie looked up at the doctor as if he were a lifeline, her voice shaking uncontrollably.[]
“Please, my daughter needs Rh–negative blood now! If we wait any longer…”
“Doctor,” Monica cut her off with a sneer, rolling her eyes. “My husband is this hospital’s biggest shareholder. Surely you’re aware of that?”
“He gave the order himself; all Rh–negative blood is for my son. Are you trying to get fired?“]
That single sentence shattered Sophie completely.[]
She lunged forward and ripped the bag of crimson blood from the IV stand.
“How dare you steal my son’s blood?!“||
Monica shrieked, stamping her foot. “Security! Call security! This psycho is trying to steal my son’s life–saving blood“]
Security guards rushed in and immediately pinned Sophie’s arms.
Monica, as triumphant as a peacock, snatched the blood bag back and yelled at the guards.
“This bitch stole my son’s blood! Get her out of here!”]
As they dragged Sophie out of the room, the fury in her chest felt like it would burn through her throat]
“There’s enough blood in the hospital! She’s just hoarding it! I’m calling Matthew Wilson right now!”
The hospital director, drawn by the commotion, overheard this and frowned. “Wait, which one of you is Mrs. Wilson?”
The next moment, Monica thrust her phone in the director’s face, displaying her digital marriage certificate.]
“Look closely! I am the legally registered Mrs. Wilson! Our Joseph is his real sont
Her gaze, sharp with venon, flicked to Sophie. “Her daughter is just a dirty little secret.“]
As she spoke, onlookers in the hallway started to gather, their pointing and whispering like needles piercing Sophie’s skin!]
“My God, the mistress is this brazen? Daring to steal from the legal wife’s son?”
“A child like that is better off deadr
Agony ripped through Sophie. The image of her daughter’s pale face in the emergency room flashed in her mind, and her knees gave way. She fell to the floor, kneeling before Monica.
“I’m begging you, please save my daughter…“]
The murmuring stopped. Every eye was fixed on the surreal scene.
Monica didn’t even bat an eye. She slowly dialed Matthew’s number.[]
The moment the call connected, her voice became pitiful. “Matthew, you have to come back and save Joseph! Ms. Harris hates me so much she’s trying to steal his blood! She’s trying to kill us!“]
“Matthew!“]
Sophie tore free from the guards, screaming into the phone. “Dawn has a cut! She has a clotting disorder and needs a transfusion now! Tell the hospital to give us some blood, or she’s going to die!”
There was a moment of silence on the other end, then Matthew’s voice came through, strained with impatience.[]
“Sophie, I’m the one who ordered the blood for Joseph. He needs it now. Stop making a scene and causing trouble.“[]
“How much blood could a one–month–old possibly use?!” Sophie shrieked. “Joseph has a scraped kneel Dawn is in the ER fighting for her life!”]
“I’m asking you one last time: your daughter is dying. Are you going to give her the blood or not?r”]
Only static answered. After a long moment, Matthew’s voice drifted back, laced with suspicion.
“How does a newborn get a clotting disorder? Sophie, are you really cursing your own daughter just to get attention?“[]
“Matthew Wilson!”
Sophie’s tears streamed down. “Your own flesh and blood is dying! Are you even listening to me?“]
The director leaned in close to the phone, his voice fawning.
“Mr. Wilson, should we handle this woman? She seems… unstable. Keeps insisting she’s your wife…“|
Another pause on the line, then Matthew’s voice, cold as ice.]
“My wife is Monica Moore. She is with our son, Joseph.“]
“I don’t have a daughter.”
A collective sigh of relief seemed to pass through the crowd, and their gazes toward Sophie filled with the disdain one reserves for a madwoman.[]
Monica suddenly let out a cold laugh. Right in front of Sophie, she slammed the bag of Rh negative blood onto the floor.
“You think your bastard deserves this blood?”
She ground the spreading pool of red under her heel, her words dripping with poison. “I’d sooner pour it out for the dogs than give it to you.“]
In that moment, Sophie felt her heart being squeezed until it shattered. Even breathing hurt.]
The suite door slammed shut, cutting her off from the world.]
She stumbled back to Dawn’s room and gathered her daughter’s small, cold body into her arms. Her tears fell like broken strings of pearls onto the baby’s pale face.
Just as despair began to swallow her whole, her phone screen lit up.
It was another post from Monica.[]
In the photo, she was beaming, holding Joseph. Attached was a screenshot of a recent $52,000 transfer from Matthew. The inemo read: “Take good care of our son.”
Sophie stared at the image, the blood in her veins turning to ice. In her arms, Dawn’s breathing grew fainter.]
Just then, a clear, calm male voice spoke from the doorway.]
“Excuse me. I’m Rh–negative. I can give blood for your daughter.“[]
