Chapter 2The Blood Bargain

Hannah’s sharp eyes immediately spotted my pale face. She covered her mouth, a flicker of malicious glee in her eyes. “See, Cassie? Didn’t I tell you? These rich people are already treating you like their personal blood bank! As long as you’re alive, they’ll just keep draining you!”

Hearing this, Noah bowed his head in apology. “I’m so sorry, Miss Miller. It was an emergency, so they had to draw 150ml. How are you feeling right now?”

Before he could finish, his father rushed over, shoving a bag full of expensive nutritional supplements into my hands. “Cassie, please, see if there’s anything you like in here. You need to eat something right away!”

I waved my hand dismissively. “I’m fine. I just felt a little dizzy when I stood up too quickly. It’s passed now.”

Hannah clicked her tongue. “Cassie, don’t try to be tough. This is serious.” She sneered. “They only took 150ml? Do you actually believe that? I certainly don’t. They’re definitely lying to you!”

Her voice was grating. I subtly shifted away from her. “I know exactly how much they took. The scale on the bag was perfectly clear. Hannah, not everything is a conspiracy.”

I wasn’t naive. I knew situations like that could exist, but I knew of the Davisons’ reputation. Mr. Davison was a self-made man who had built his empire from the ground up. He was wealthy but never wasteful. Noah was a rising star in his industry, known for his integrity. People were desperate to work for his company.

Just as I finished speaking, an apologetic Mr. Davison approached with a bank card and a set of keys. “Cassie, I truly, truly cannot thank you enough for helping my wife. I know you came to donate altruistically. This isn’t payment; it’s just a small token of our family’s immense gratitude.”

Noah nodded sincerely. “Miss Miller, please, you must accept it.”

Watching this, Hannah’s eyes turned red with fury, just like they had in my past life.

“Don’t you dare take it!” she shrieked.

She slapped my outstretched hand away and threw the keys and card directly at Mr. Davison’s face. “Don’t you dare shame us with your dirty money! Do you think this will make us submit to you rich snobs? I’m telling you, never!”

Panting, Hannah spun around to glare at me. “Cassie, have you no self-respect? Taking this money is the same as selling your body! Selling yourself to an old man like him… doesn’t it make you sick?”

She took a few dramatic steps back. “I can’t even imagine how filthy you are right now. What you did is no different from being a homewrecker! And you know what happens to them, don’t you? They get beaten in the streets!”

A cruel smile touched her lips. “The moment you take his money, you’ve sealed your fate as the other woman. You’ll be a rat that everyone wants to stomp on! Your parents will die of shame because of what you’ve done!”

Her words just fueled my rage. In my last life, after I died, she made a fortune turning my tragic story into content and memes, launching her career as an influencer. She signed with an agency and did live streams every night, begging her followers for gifts so loudly the neighbors couldn't sleep.

If I didn’t know her true nature, I might still be fooled into thinking she genuinely despised money.

I took a deep breath, bent down, and picked up the bank card and keys from the floor. “In that case, thank you for your generosity, sir.”

Why would I be shy about accepting a gift like this?

Seeing me take them, Mr. Davison smiled in relief. “Excellent, excellent! I’m so glad.”

Noah also smiled. “Miss Miller, are you feeling unwell at all?”

I shook my head, but in the next second, my vision went black, and I collapsed.