Bride to Blood Bank - Chapter 8: Chapter 8
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"What divorce?" Ian scoffed through the phone, his voice dripping with arrogance. "As long as I don't sign off on it, the court won't just rubber-stamp your request. You think you can walk away from me on a whim? That's not how the law works."
His smugness made me laugh—a cold, humorless sound. "You sure you're ready to deal with the fallout?"
Ian's tone shifted, suddenly wary. "What are you talking about?"
I gazed out the window at the harsh afternoon sun and let out a soft, mocking chuckle. "You know what happens when a doctor gets sued by their own hospital? Career over. Blacklisted. You're only twenty-eight, aren't you? What'll you do if you never practice medicine again? Your mother sacrificed everything to put you through med school. Your whole family's counting on you to be their golden child. How do you think they'll react when you throw that away?"
"You're threatening me?" Ian snarled, his voice raw with fury, each word grinding out between clenched teeth.
"Call it a reality check," I said flatly. "If we're done here, I'm hanging up."
Just as my finger hovered over the end call button, a deafening BANG shook the room.
The door slammed open, crashing against the wall, and Jaime stormed in like a hurricane, his eyes wild with rage. Before I could even blink, he lunged, grabbing me by the collar, his nails biting into my skin.
"Zara!" he screamed, his voice trembling with fury. "What the hell did you do to the cord blood?! Why isn't she getting better? Why is she getting worse?!"
I met his glare with icy detachment. "You forced Ian to cut me open. You stole my baby. You tortured me—and now you have the nerve to demand answers from me? You're out of your damn mind."
Before Jaime could spit out another word, Ian's panicked voice crackled through the still-connected phone.
"Wait—what's happening to Trish? She got the cord blood! Why is she deteriorating?"
Jaime's furious gaze snapped to the phone, his jaw clenched so tight I thought his teeth might shatter.
"This is your fault!" he roared. "If you hadn't lied—if you hadn't claimed the baby died after delivery instead of in the womb—the cord blood would've been viable! But because of you, her body rejected it, and now she's worse than ever!"
Silence. Heavy, suffocating silence from Ian's end.
Then Jaime turned back to me, his face twisted with pure, unhinged hatred. "You and Ian planned this, didn't you? He never wanted to save her. And you—you've been waiting for revenge ever since she humiliated you at the wedding. This was your payback!"
His breath was hot against my face, his grip tightening. For the first time in years, a flicker of fear shot through me. Just as his fingers dug deeper, security guards burst in, wrenching him off me before he could do more damage.
Watching him unravel, I let out a derisive laugh. "This was always her fate. I warned you—nothing you did would save her. She was meant to die. And now? Bad luck for all three of you."
"YOU BITCH!" Jaime howled, thrashing against the guards. "I'LL KILL YOU! THIS IS YOUR FAULT! TRISH IS DYING BECAUSE OF YOU!"
Then—his phone rang. Sharp. Jarring. Cutting through the chaos.
The hospital.
Jaime fumbled to answer, his hands shaking. "Mr. Ashton," a grim voice said through the speaker, "Miss Barton's rejection reaction escalated. We did everything we could… but she didn't make it. She passed a few minutes ago. I'm so sorry."
The door flew open again. Ian staggered in, his face ghostly pale. His wide, frantic eyes darted between Jaime and me before locking onto the phone clutched in Jaime's trembling hands.
"What… what happened?" His voice cracked. "Who—who died?"
Jaime turned to him, his face ashen. "Trish. She's… gone."
A beat of suffocating silence. Then—grief twisted into something darker. Jaime's bloodshot eyes burned into me, filled with pure, venomous hate.
"Why wasn't it you?" he whispered, his voice shaking. "Why did it have to be Trish? My Trish. You should've died instead. It should've been you."
I held his gaze, unflinching. "You're the ones who cut me open. You're the ones who took my child. And now Trish is dead, and you still can't take responsibility?" A cold scoff. "Listen to yourself. You sound insane."
His smugness made me laugh—a cold, humorless sound. "You sure you're ready to deal with the fallout?"
Ian's tone shifted, suddenly wary. "What are you talking about?"
I gazed out the window at the harsh afternoon sun and let out a soft, mocking chuckle. "You know what happens when a doctor gets sued by their own hospital? Career over. Blacklisted. You're only twenty-eight, aren't you? What'll you do if you never practice medicine again? Your mother sacrificed everything to put you through med school. Your whole family's counting on you to be their golden child. How do you think they'll react when you throw that away?"
"You're threatening me?" Ian snarled, his voice raw with fury, each word grinding out between clenched teeth.
"Call it a reality check," I said flatly. "If we're done here, I'm hanging up."
Just as my finger hovered over the end call button, a deafening BANG shook the room.
The door slammed open, crashing against the wall, and Jaime stormed in like a hurricane, his eyes wild with rage. Before I could even blink, he lunged, grabbing me by the collar, his nails biting into my skin.
"Zara!" he screamed, his voice trembling with fury. "What the hell did you do to the cord blood?! Why isn't she getting better? Why is she getting worse?!"
I met his glare with icy detachment. "You forced Ian to cut me open. You stole my baby. You tortured me—and now you have the nerve to demand answers from me? You're out of your damn mind."
Before Jaime could spit out another word, Ian's panicked voice crackled through the still-connected phone.
"Wait—what's happening to Trish? She got the cord blood! Why is she deteriorating?"
Jaime's furious gaze snapped to the phone, his jaw clenched so tight I thought his teeth might shatter.
"This is your fault!" he roared. "If you hadn't lied—if you hadn't claimed the baby died after delivery instead of in the womb—the cord blood would've been viable! But because of you, her body rejected it, and now she's worse than ever!"
Silence. Heavy, suffocating silence from Ian's end.
Then Jaime turned back to me, his face twisted with pure, unhinged hatred. "You and Ian planned this, didn't you? He never wanted to save her. And you—you've been waiting for revenge ever since she humiliated you at the wedding. This was your payback!"
His breath was hot against my face, his grip tightening. For the first time in years, a flicker of fear shot through me. Just as his fingers dug deeper, security guards burst in, wrenching him off me before he could do more damage.
Watching him unravel, I let out a derisive laugh. "This was always her fate. I warned you—nothing you did would save her. She was meant to die. And now? Bad luck for all three of you."
"YOU BITCH!" Jaime howled, thrashing against the guards. "I'LL KILL YOU! THIS IS YOUR FAULT! TRISH IS DYING BECAUSE OF YOU!"
Then—his phone rang. Sharp. Jarring. Cutting through the chaos.
The hospital.
Jaime fumbled to answer, his hands shaking. "Mr. Ashton," a grim voice said through the speaker, "Miss Barton's rejection reaction escalated. We did everything we could… but she didn't make it. She passed a few minutes ago. I'm so sorry."
The door flew open again. Ian staggered in, his face ghostly pale. His wide, frantic eyes darted between Jaime and me before locking onto the phone clutched in Jaime's trembling hands.
"What… what happened?" His voice cracked. "Who—who died?"
Jaime turned to him, his face ashen. "Trish. She's… gone."
A beat of suffocating silence. Then—grief twisted into something darker. Jaime's bloodshot eyes burned into me, filled with pure, venomous hate.
"Why wasn't it you?" he whispered, his voice shaking. "Why did it have to be Trish? My Trish. You should've died instead. It should've been you."
I held his gaze, unflinching. "You're the ones who cut me open. You're the ones who took my child. And now Trish is dead, and you still can't take responsibility?" A cold scoff. "Listen to yourself. You sound insane."
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