He let me get into the car, and the engine roared as we sped towards the hospital.
The car was going incredibly fast, and the ride was so bumpy that my already frail body couldn't handle it. My stomach churned, and I could no longer suppress the metallic taste in my throat.
As soon as the car stopped, he carried me towards the blood-drawing room. Suddenly, I turned my head and vomited a mouthful of blood, which splattered onto his expensive suit trousers, as glaring as a blooming red plum blossom.
He paused, glanced down at the bloodstain, then raised his hand and gently wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth with his fingertips, his movements incredibly gentle.
But the next second, he turned around, slammed me hard onto the cold chair, and coldly swept his eyes over the doctor who had rushed over after hearing the commotion. In an unquestionable tone, he said, "Hurry up and get ready. She's perfectly healthy. It doesn't matter how much you take."
The doctor strode over, looked at my deathly pale face, and then at the bloodstains still wet at the corner of my mouth, and couldn't help but frown.
The moment the cold needle pierced my skin, a sharp pain sent a shiver through me, and I instinctively gripped Liam's sleeve. A sharp, agonizing pain shot through my heart, making my vision blur and rendering me unable to utter a sound.
In my hazy state, I heard the doctor's slightly worried voice, full of helplessness: "Liam, Madam's condition is really bad. Her hemoglobin level is already at a critical level. We can't draw too much blood, or she will die!"
You will die.
These three words, though seemingly light, struck my already fragile nerves like a heavy hammer.
I struggled to lift my eyes and looked at Liam standing to the side.
His eyes were as cold as ice, devoid of any warmth when they fell upon me. He impatiently interrupted the doctor, his voice filled with a ruthlessness I had never seen before: "Stop talking! Draw as much blood as Vanessa needs!"
He paused, his gaze sweeping over my bloodless face, then, as if remembering something, his tone grew even more resolute, each word piercing my heart: "If that's not enough, I'll have someone bring the child too! No matter the cost, I won't allow anything to happen to Vanessa!"
child.
My son.
That child who lies at home, unable to even call out "Dad" or "Mom".
The blood in my body seemed to freeze completely at that moment.