Mirabel went upstairs, exhausted. She took out the key and opened the left half-circle back door. After feeling the different atmosphere in the room, she instantly sobered up.

She heard a phone call coming from inside through the door.

Kevon was back.

Was she going to tell him about her stomach cancer? She questioned inwardly. Would he care about her if she told him?

Mirabel asked herself again and again. When she was still thinking, the door had been pushed open by her. Then she saw Kevon, who was coming toward her, looking at her with a livid face.

"Where did you go to fool around? Look at how many calls I made for you!"

Fooling? If she were to go to the hospital to do a blood test or do a blood test, it would be called fooling around. After all, she was completely out of this world by now.

As she thought about it, tears welled up in her eyes. Kevon didn't notice that Mirabel's eyes were red. He just kept blaming her for not answering his phone.

Mirabel took out her phone from her bag and shook the black screen, saying, "It's dead."

She had two mobile phones in total. One was about work, and the other was specially used to wait for Kevon's calls. In the past two days, she had been tortured badly by her stomach. She forgot to charge for a while, so she did not receive his call on the way back.

"What's the urgent matter?" Kevon was so anxious that he called her many times. He didn't even have to think about who he was doing this for.

Just as she was about to finish, Kevon grabbed her hand and pulled her out. "Clary is injured. You'll have to go to the hospital with me, to donate blood to her."

Sure enough, he was nervous because of Clary.

Her heart was completely filled with bitterness.

Clary's blood type was very low. Her blood type was rare, and the only person who could match her blood type was Mirabel.

Mirabel's body was drenched in the rain. Her hair, which was like seaweed, was wet against her back. Her lips were pale and her hands were as cold as ice. Kevon did not notice that. The hospital that Clary was staying in was nearby. She would be there in ten minutes. However, Kevon was very anxious. He pulled Mirabel and threw her into the back seat.

Kevon, who was driving the car, stared ahead with his deep eyes and inadvertently glanced at the rearview mirror. When he saw Mirabel's pale and bloodless face.

He couldn't help frowning. "Why is your face as white as a ghost?"

... I didn't realize it until now.

The corners of Mirabel's lips curled into a mocking smile, and it was as if a lump of rock was stuck in her throat. She opened the window and looked out at the increasingly heavy rain. Her body was frozen into a ball, and the air she exhaled turned into a ball of icy mist. Her eyelashes trembled slightly.

Kevon looked at her coldly. Seeing that she did not speak, he felt a surge of irritation for no reason.

He felt that there was something wrong with Mirabel today.

But after thinking about it, he realized that what had happened to Mirabel had nothing to do with him. He should be most concerned about Clary's health. Thinking of this, he stepped on the accelerator with his right foot and sped up.

When they arrived at the hospital, Kevon dragged Mirabel's hand out of the car. Before Mirabel could gain a firm foothold, she was dragged by Kevon and followed him awkwardly.

Kevon led Mirabel straight into the emergency room. With cold eyes, he said to a nurse, "Take her blood. There's no need to check. Hurry up."

A bitter smile appeared at the corner of Mirabel's mouth. Kevon deeply trusted her blood more than her, and he even thought it was troublesome to examine it. Wasn't he afraid that the cancer cells in her body would enter Clary's body?

Mirabel struggled for a moment before she finally said, "Kevon, I'm not feeling well. Can you not..."

Kevon's eyes narrowed, and a dangerous light shot out of them. He bent over and grabbed Mirabel's chin with one hand. He said coldly, "What right do you have to say no? We signed the contract four years ago. It's written clearly in black and white. Mirabel, please do your job well."

Yes... The contract had been signed four years ago. When Clary had lost too much blood, she had paid for it for free. It was clearly written in the contract.

This was the deal she had signed back then. Even if she was about to die, she had to donate blood for Clary.

This was what she owed Kevon.

In that year, Clary had a car accident in Lismore. Because she wasn't sent to the hospital in time, her wound had lost too much blood. She was in urgent need of blood.

After learning that Clary was in trouble, Kevon anxiously begged her for help.

At that time, Mirabel had made an exchange request. "You will be my man. We will get married, then I will save Clary."

She still remembered the shock in Kevon's eyes at that time, as well as the disgust that slowly rose in his eyes for her.

From that moment on, Mirabel knew that they could no longer live in peace with each other.

When Kevon was most in need of her, she had hit him when he was down and force him to submit.

Kevon was born in a prominent Edmonds family. He was born to be superior to others. He had a bad temper and had the right to enjoy the best things. People around him were all led by him. It was the first time that someone had been forced to threaten him.

Mirabel knew that Kevon hated being forced to do things that he was unwilling to do. So when she saw Kevon sign the " sell himself contract" without hesitation, she knew that she had lost.

Seeing that he could do this for Clary, her heart ached. But later, she comforted herself that she would love him for a long time after marriage. Maybe after a long time, Kevon would be as good to her as he treated Clary.

It was a pity that karma would never come to an end. Clary had never imagined that she would suffer such retribution so quickly.

"She got an incurable disease by accident. She deserves it!"

Watching the needle enter her skin and the dark red blood slowly coming out, Mirabel's face turned paler from the pain. It was really too painful, even more painful than when she was making the blood vessel.

The nurse who was drawing blood had never seen such a weak woman. She stared at the white wrist and asked in a low voice, "Can you hold on?"

Feeling dizzy, Mirabel shook his head and said in a hoarse voice, "Go ahead. I'm fine."

The nurse took more than 500 litres in total and did not dare to continue. The woman's hand was so cold that it was no longer the temperature of an ordinary person.

The moment Mirabel fell unconscious, she heard the last sentence. Kevon asked the nurse, "Is that enough? If not, you can continue to take more."

How had Kevon become so cruel all these years?