Chapter 1She Drained My Brother Dry for Him

Natalie Jett's first love needs a mobile blood bank.

But she's going to drain all the blood from my comatose younger brother due to me not arriving in time.

I drop to my knees and beg her desperately.

"Micah is already showing signs of waking up. The doctor said he'll die if you keep taking his blood. Take mine instead and leave my brother alone! Please!"

But Natalie remains unmoved. She looks coldly at me as I kneel before her on the ground.

"This is your punishment for being late. It's only some blood. What's the big deal?

"Andy is severely anemic. He's the one who could actually die. Is your brother's life really more important than Andy's?"

Ignoring my pleas, she orders her private doctor to increase the rate of the blood draw. Bag after bag of blood is sent to Andy Stone's hospital room.

Not long after, my brother's heart stops. He dies after all the blood is drained from his body.

When I receive the news of my brother's death, Natalie is celebrating Andy's successful surgery, setting off fireworks across the city that last the entire night.

This time, I finally give up all hope. I kneel before Natalie's mother in despair.

"I have nothing left to hold on to. From now on, Natalie and I have nothing to do with each other."

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When my younger brother, Micah Larsen, was wheeled out of the operating room, the doctor shook his head at me.

"The patient lost too much blood. We did everything we could," he let out a regretful sigh. "He was clearly showing signs of waking up, but in the end…"

My legs gave out beneath me, and I collapsed to the floor. My heart felt as if it had been torn apart.

I sobbed hysterically and begged the doctor.

"There must be something you can do to wake him up! Please, I'm begging you!"

My cries echoed through the hospital corridor. Many people looked at me with sympathy.

All the blood had been drained from Micah's body, leaving nothing but a thin layer of skin stretched over his bones. Even his eye sockets were deeply sunken.

He hadn't even been capable of putting up a fight. He had simply died on the operating table.

Even my usually cold-hearted mother-in-law, Madeline Evans, couldn't help but turn away when she saw Micah's condition. She repeatedly murmured under her breath, "How could this be…"

She helped me up to my feet, her face filled with pity.

"Julian, Natalie went too far this time. Don't worry. I'll make sure you get justice!"

My eyes were red-rimmed. After taking a long time to regain my composure, I placed my phone in front of Madeline.

On the screen were the fireworks Natalie Jett had set off across the city for the entire night to celebrate her first love, Andy Stone's successful surgery.

Everyone was envious of their love, yet no one cared that my brother had died.

When Madeline saw the video, the words of comfort on her lips died before she could say them. She only let out a heavy sigh.

"Julian, the agreement you signed with me three years ago expires in a month. I'm heartbroken about Micah's death too. Nat is being blinded by others. Could you give her one more chance, for my sake?

"As compensation, I'll personally arrange Micah's funeral. If Nat still refuses to see reason, I'll help you leave this place."

Madeline made me that promise. I wiped my tears away and finally nodded in agreement.

However, before I could take Micah's body away, Natalie called me.

"Julian Larsen, where the hell are you? Andy isn't feeling well. Get over here right now! If you're late again, I won't go easy on Micah next time."

Her aggressive words pierced my ears.

My eyes instantly reddened, and I roared in a hoarse voice, "Micah is dead! My brother is dead! You killed him!"

My words failed to elicit any concern from her. Instead, she scoffed.

"Wow. I never thought you'd stoop to claiming your brother is dead just to gain sympathy. You're telling me he died just because we took some of his blood? If that were possible, every patient in the world would be dead by now.

"He's just a vegetable anyway. He's squandered so much of my family's money over the years. If he died, I'd have to pop some champagne to celebrate!"