Chapter 50 I Am Her Husband

Charlene was still in a wheelchair. Her eyes reddened, as she felt the injustice of it all. “Brendan, you want me to donate my blood to Ms. McKinnon? You should know that I haven’t recovered yet…”

“When she was pregnant, she still donated her blood to you, didn’t she?” Brendan stopped Charlene from objecting. “She must not die! i’ll tell the nurse to be careful when taking your blood so she doesn’t hurt you.”

Brendan’s remark was akin to him telling Charlene that she couldn’t refuse.

Charlene looked gloomy and scratched the leather cover on the wheelchair with her fingernails so hard that she almost tore it. She forced a smile and said, “Well, the life of Ms. McKinnon is a human life after all. As long as she can survive, it doesn’t matter if I die, let alone donate my blood.”

As soon as she finished her sentence, the nurse appeared in a hurry again. “Is the blood donor here? And who’s the patient’s next of kin? I need a signature for the emergency medical consent form!”

“I am!” Brendan strode forward and said while pursing his lips, “I’m her husband!”

‘Husband?’ Charlene grasped her hands and clenched her

teeth in anger. ‘What does Brendan mean? If he’s Deirdre’s husband, who am I to him?

to that bastard?’ Charlene felt rage and fear simultaneously. Even though she had disfigured Deirdre’s face and told her to

draw blood. Meanwhile, Brendan sat stiffly in

still covered in blood. He could still somewhat feel Deirdre’s warmth,

she jump off a building? How could she be so

about Sterling filled

“Buzz…”

vibrating ringtone came from Brendan’s pocket. He didn’t want to pay attention to it,

voice rang out when Brendan pressed the answer

Regarding Ms. McKinnon’s eyes, she indeed went blind

‘What?’

slightly. “Are

all the

she

of the line before

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