When he saw me walk in, he tipped his chin. Someone immediately grabbed my shoulders and forced me into a medical chair that had clearly been prepared in advance.
"Wendy has anemia during her pregnancy and needs a blood transfusion."
He spoke while gesturing for the doctor to prepare, "Your blood types are the same."
I jerked my head up. "Jonathan, I've just been seriously ill … "
"Six hundred milliliters."
Jonathan interrupted me, gesturing to the doctor. "Start now."
The moment the extremely thick needle pierced my vein, I bit through my lip.
The taste of blood spread in my mouth, but it couldn't compare to the pain of my heart being torn apart.
Through the half-open door, I heard the hushed voice of the family doctor.
"Mr. Zander, Madam just experienced a miscarriage. Her hemoglobin is only 80. Drawing blood like this could lead to … "
"Spare me the nonsense." Jonathan's tone was indifferent. "Wendy can't wait."
Blood flowed along the tube into the blood bag and my vision began to blur.
In a trance, Jonathan walked before me and wiped the cold sweat from my forehead with a handkerchief, something he'd never done before.