But Jerome's next words shattered the last bit of hope I held, "Tania, Jessica isn't in good health. She's always taking sick leave from work. I'm doing this for the good of the company. You understand, don't you?"
Hearing this, it felt like a heavy weight was choking my throat and I couldn't utter a word. I could only nod to conceal my emotions.
Jerome was very pleased with my understanding nature. He even helped tidy my bed, "Tania, I'm glad you understand. KEN-type blood is extremely rare. Jessica is just a young woman, life hasn't been easy for her. As her boss, I have to help however I can."
After Jerome left, I couldn't hold back any longer and broke into tears. My pillow became soaked as an overwhelming sense of abandonment engulfed me.
Crying eventually wore me out and I fell asleep. When I woke up, I instinctively checked my phone.
I didn't see any message from Jerome but instead found a post by Jessica, updated just minutes ago: [The man who gave me 19 tubes of blood, he can have my life if he wants. Jerome Baldwin, I will love you till death.]