Twelve Years of Giving Now I Rest Novel

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Chapter 5

Every time I tried to leave here, Noel used this rough method to drag me back.

I was taken to the hospital, where Lydia lay weakly in her bed. Seeing me, a smug smile spread across her face.

My stepfather and mother stood by Lydia’s bed, their eyes filled with resentment towards me.

Noel, his face set in a grim expression, said, “Give the blood.”

“You can’t use my blood without my consent; it’s illegal.”

Noel looked questioningly at the nearby doctor.

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“That’s correct,” the doctor confirmed with a

nod.

“Noel, I feel so sick,” Lydia moaned.

“Let it be illegal; just save her first,” Noel said.

I was held down by two men. As I struggled, I was injected with a sedative and soon felt weak and helpless.

Lying beside Lydia, I turned my head to look at her. She smiled triumphantly.

I smiled back. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

“Do you really dare use my blood? If you do, I’ll give it. It’s just right to have someone accompany me in death; it’s not so bad.”

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Lydia’s face turned pale. After a few seconds of shock, she suddenly sat up.

“I don’t want the blood. She’s sick.”

Her declaration caused an uproar.

“What’s wrong with you?” Noel demanded.

I smiled but said nothing.

Noel had the doctor recheck me, and it turned out I wasn’t sick; I was perfectly healthy.

The previous test results had been a mistake.

I became the target of everyone’s anger.

My stepfather spread rumors about my

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character, claiming I fabricated an illness to avoid giving Lydia blood!

People commented on my Twitter, saying I should die soon. I checked the ID and found it was Lydia’s fake account,

This misunderstanding revealed the truth to me.

I wasn’t sick, but Lydia wouldn’t get a drop of my blood.

I decided to fully embrace the role of the villain and sever all ties.

I blocked Noel, then my mother, and finally Lydia.

Since my reputation in the family was already tarnished, I decided to cut off all contact.

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My stepfather, Lydia’s real father, was the first to panic.

He called me several times.

“We don’t blame you. Everyone makes mistakes when they’re young.”

“Elena, we’re still family. Let’s not make things too tense.”

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I didn’t waste a single word on him.