Chapter 6
At that moment, Colin Stanton had already taken me abroad.
From the moment I boarded the plane, I fell into a coma.
My fever never dropped.
Even in my sleep, I was restless.
I had a long nightmare where my mother and my two children stood nearby, covered in blood, their eyes filled with resentment toward me.
I woke up screaming, my cheeks wet with tears.
I looked up and met Colin’s deeply worried gaze.
He held my hand and gently stroked my hair.
His voice was full of reproach. “Jane, what did you go through to end up like this?”
I was taken aback, unable to say anything.
How could I tell him that the person I loved had killed my children and didn’t even spare my mom?
I risked everything to save my husband, and he repaid me by hurting me for another woman.
Hatred churned in my chest.
I couldn’t help but cough up blood.
Colin grew anxious and immediately called his private doctor.
After an examination, the doctor sighed.
“Ms. Jenkins suffered two major hemorrhages, causing severe anemia and weakening her body.
“She’s also under emotional stress that worsens her condition. She needs. an immediate blood transfusion.”
The moment he finished speaking, Colin impatiently rolled up his sleeve.
“Stop wasting time, take my blood!”
I smiled faintly.
The same scene was happening again.
But this time, someone was willing to donate.
The transfusion took over an hour.
When it was over, Colin’s face was pale.
But he still comforted me.
“Jane, from now on, I’ll be your mobile blood bank.
“No matter what happens, I won’t let anyone hurt you again.”
His sincerity stirred up complicated feelings in me.
In a daze, I recalled the first time I met him.
Back then, I had just started studying abroad and often worked part–time at restaurants in my free time.
One evening, I just locked up the shop and was about to go home.
I turned around just in time to see someone holding a gun, robbing
someone nearby.
The man being robbed was Colin.
I froze in fear.
Unexpectedly, after taking the money, the robber was so cruel that he wanted to silence the witness,
The dark barrel pointed at Colin.
Somehow, I found the courage, before the trigger was pulled, I grabbed a wine bottle from the ground, ran over, and slammed it onto his head.
I saved Colin’s life that day, and we became friends because of it.
But after I met Ivan, we drifted apart.
After graduation, I chose to return to America with Ivan.
Colin said nothing; just smiled and told me to be happy.
Now, my most pathetic state was exposed to him.
But there was no mockery in his eyes, only heartache.
