Chapter 10: If Sophie Dies, You Die With Her!

The nurse frowned and asked me, "Did you take sleeping pills?" "Yes, I took two before bedtime, and now..." I glanced at the electronic clock at the entrance of the emergency room, "About four hours have passed." The nurse immediately shook her head, "That won’t work, you can’t pass the blood test." I spread my hands, looked at their astonished wide eyes, and said unhurriedly, "Sorry, it’s not that I won’t save a life, it’s that I’m powerless." Jason Miller was furious, "Lily Miller, you’re playing us! Why didn’t you say earlier that you can’t donate blood?" "You’re wrongly accusing me. It was Adrian Gordon who forcibly dragged me from home. I didn’t know anything." I blinked innocently, my gaze sweeping over them one by one. "Lily Miller, you..." Adrian Gordon glared at me, gritting his teeth, but was helpless. Seeing their awkward expressions, my mood suddenly improved. Just then, the door of the emergency room was pushed open, and a nurse rushed out, asking anxiously, "We’re short on blood bags. Did you find a blood source? Hurry!" Shirley Turner, upon hearing this, was so flustered that her legs went soft. She grabbed Jason Miller and pushed him forward, "Go donate blood! Our daughter is going to die!" Jason Miller was life-loving and a bit reluctant, but Shirley Turner slapped him, and he couldn’t refuse, so he could only quickly follow the nurse to the blood donation room. Adrian Gordon rolled up his sleeves, saying determinedly, "I can do it too, take mine!" Wow, how noble! I deliberately mocked, "The blood flowing in your body is mine too; taking yours is indirectly taking mine." Adrian Gordon and Shirley Turner both looked at me, their expressions indescribable. I made a face — isn’t it true? Once Adrian Gordon also went in to donate blood, I yawned and prepared to turn and leave. Who knew Shirley Turner wouldn’t let me go? "You must stay! You can’t leave until Sophie comes through the rescue!" I sneered, "If she doesn’t make it, will I have to die with her?" Shirley Turner didn’t respond but threatened, "If you leave now, forget about your mom’s shares!" I felt stifled, left without words. Thinking I might as well stay, just in case Sophie ries, I can witness it with my own eyes. But I had taken sleeping pills and was too sleepy, yawning repeatedly until tears came out. Looking around, I lay down on a bench in the corridor and instantly fell into a deep sleep. In a daze, I could still hear Shirley Turner cursing, clearly infuriated by my sound sleep and spitting blood in anger. I couldn’t be bothered to pay attention; it’s not like I stayed on purpose to annoy her. After an entire night of rescue, Sophie Miller came back from the brink of death. By dawn, I got up from the bench, stretched my numb limbs, and prepared to leave the hospital. Adrian Gordon, after donating blood last night, was said to be severely dizzy and resting in the ward. He was the one who brought me here last night, so it seemed unlikely he would take me back. But even if he could take me back and was willing to, I wouldn’t care. As I walked out of the hospital, just about to raise my hand to hail a cab, a Porsche Cayenne parked by the roadside suddenly rolled down its window, revealing a young, sweet face: "Sister, need a ride?" I was taken aback and smiled, "Yes, why?" The girl beamed like a flower, "Hop in, I’ll take you wherever you need to go!" I looked at the unfamiliar girl in front of me, then at the Porsche, feeling like this girl was playing a prank, "Sis, are you joking? Using a Porsche to run a ride service?" "Yeah! My family doesn’t give me an allowance, so I can only work for a ride service to make a living. Hurry up! I haven’t had any business today." The young girl’s attitude was serious, not like she was joking. I was too tired, having taken two sleeping pills last night, but forced to stay up all night at the hospital, sleeping on a chair until my body felt like it was falling apart; right now, I just wanted to hurry back and catch up on sleep. Thinking maybe the young mistress was trying to experience life, I smiled and opened the passenger door, got in. "Sorry, I didn’t bring my phone, can’t place an order." The young girl cheerfully said, "No worries, I haven’t opened the order system either. Pay me when we get home." "..." I was even more surprised, speechless. I gave the villa address, and the young girl entered the destination on the car’s GPS, gently pulled the steering wheel, and slid out of the parking spot. Before long, the young girl’s phone rang. She wore a Bluetooth headset and answered, "Hey, bro... I gotta go first, get a driver to pick you up. Oh, it all happened suddenly, I haven’t had time to tell you, I’ll explain it later... I’m sure you’ll praise me for doing the right thing! Gotta go, I’m driving." Hearing her conversation, I instinctively looked towards the rearview mirror. Not sure if I saw it wrong, but standing by the roadside at the hospital entrance was a tall, clear figure, the morning light perfectly falling on him, cold and warm merging harmoniously around him. He stood there, seemingly purifying all the noise and hustle around him instantly, his aura extraordinary, like a graceful orchid and jade tree. The man raised his arm to make a call, but the distance was too far to see his features clearly, yet I felt inexplicably familiar, as if I’d seen him somewhere before. I was puzzled. Before I could clear my thoughts, the young girl hung up the phone with a chuckle and explained, "My family doesn’t believe me driving rides, humph, I’m showing them!" I smiled without commenting, thinking this worldly, inexperienced little princess must be a greatly loved one. Speaking of which, I could be considered a wealthy heiress too, but since I became sensible, I never enjoyed the warmth of family. Though my mom loved me, her unhappy marriage made her particularly resentful, passing negativity down to me. Later, my parents divorced, tearing each other apart hideously. Then my grandpa passed away, and my mom followed, leaving those who cared for me fewer and fewer, making me a thorn in the side of my biological dad and stepmother at the Miller Family, leaving life to be tougher. Thinking of all this, I couldn’t help but feel sadness welling up inside. Reflecting on everything that happened last night, I felt increasingly depressed, suddenly finding living to be completely pointless. The quiet car suddenly echoed with the girl’s compliment, "Sister, you’re so pretty! Natural face and still this beautiful, I’m so jealous." My mind was startled, quickly gathering my chaotic thoughts, turning back to smile, "Thank you, you have such a nice tongue." I had a bad night’s sleep, my face must be pale, my eyes puffy, yet she still praised me like this, probably seeing my low spirits, intentionally cheering me up. The girl, as if reading minds, said seriously, "I’m not trying to cheer you up, you are beautiful, and you look kind-hearted at first glance, which is why I dare to give you a ride!" "..." I was stunned, not knowing how to respond. My intuition told me, this little girl was lying. But her face was sincere, without a trace of pretense or scheming, pure and cute, hearty and sunny, making me inexplicably fond of her despite knowing she was lying. It’s strange. After arriving at my house, I asked her to wait for a moment, got out of the car to get money from home. I took out five hundred yuan, handed it to her through the window, "Thank you for driving me home." The young girl smiled, only took two notes, "That’s enough." I urged, "Take it all, consider it a meal treat from your sister." "Okay, thank you, pretty sister, didn’t I say you’re kind-hearted?" The young girl gleefully accepted happily. "Goodbye, drive carefully." The young girl nodded with a smile, "Yeah, goodbye, sister!" I watched the Porsche drive away, mulling over and over, feeling something was amiss. This young girl seemed to know me.