Chapter 385: 178 Beginning (part 2)

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Zhao Xiaohui closed the door of the sickroom and walked up to Zhu Xiangxiang, then “plop,” she knelt down before her.

Zhu Xiangxiang looked coldly at her: “What are you doing? Playing the victim?”

Zhao Xiaohui shook her head: “When your brother was eight years old, he got leukemia. For the past four years, I’ve been borrowing money everywhere to treat his illness, so much so that our relatives run away when they see me. The doctor says that we need to find a suitable donor from the bone marrow bank for Yangyang to have a good chance of getting better. But I’ve been waiting and waiting for four years, and it’s never Yangyang’s turn. He can’t wait any longer, and then you appeared. You are Yangyang’s biological sister, and only you have a match for him. This is the last time I beg you. As long as you agree to donate bone marrow to Yangyang, I promise I will never show up again and won’t disturb your life.”

Zhao Xiaohui was earnestly looking at Zhu Xiangxiang, the tears in her eyes glistening, and her words were very touching.

“I know that in your heart, only a rich Madam like Madam Zhu is qualified to be your mother. I understand this and consider it a favor I owe.”

“So for your son, you drugged and deceived me? I’m also your flesh and blood. Is this how you treat me?”

Zhu Xiangxiang bitterly smiled: “So you had a purpose when you found me at the beginning, just to get a mobile bone marrow bank for your son. You can forget about it. I will never agree.”

Zhu Xiangxiang got up and was about to leave when her body suddenly staggered. Zhao Xiaohui hurriedly held her: “Xiangxiang, please, I beg you. Your brother can’t wait any longer. He is a good child and always thinks of you as his sister. For your brother, can’t you just sacrifice this once? Donating bone marrow won’t have any impact on your body, and it’ll be over quickly.”

“It’s not that I have to donate. You’re not the one doing it, so it doesn’t bother you at all. From today on, we are done. You better not come to find me again. As for donating bone marrow for your son, don’t even think about it.”

Thinking about it made Zhu Xiangxiang feel extremely nauseous. Zhao Xiaohui’s intention to use her from the start was horrifying. How unlucky was she.

“Xiangxiang, can’t you do it for your mother? You can’t just walk away. Your brother really can’t wait any longer. Do you want to watch him die?” Zhao Xiaohui knelt before her, begging her own daughter, which required immense courage. But now she could not care about anything else.

“It’s not me who made him sick. If he wants to die, then let him. What does it have to do with me?” Zhu Xiangxiang didn’t have any feelings for this brother. Letting her donate bone marrow to him? Fat chance.

Just the thought of donating bone marrow made Zhu Xiangxiang break out in a cold sweat. Though common sense told her it wouldn’t have much impact on her body, she couldn’t accept it mentally, especially for a half-brother who was also Deng Kun’s son.

“Get up. I can’t bear you kneeling to me. Everything else is negotiable. I can pay for your son’s surgery, but donating bone marrow is impossible. Don’t come looking for me again.” Zhu Xiangxiang stumbled out with these words.

Zhao Xiaohui’s eyes turned cold as she grabbed Zhu Xiangxiang’s wrist.

Zhu Xiangxiang turned to look at her, startled by the chilling determination in her eyes, and screamed, “What are you trying to do? You know this is against the law, right?”

“All I know is that Yangyang is dying, and you are the only person who can save him. Even if you hate me, I’ll accept it.” Zhao Xiaohui pressed Zhu Xiangxiang onto the sickbed without further explanation, taking a handkerchief from her pocket to cover Zhu Xiangxiang’s mouth.

Zhu Xiangxiang’s hand flailed about wildly, grabbing a fire extinguisher from the corner of the wall and hitting Zhao Xiaohui on the head. Blood dripped from Zhao Xiaohui’s head onto Zhu Xiangxiang’s face, and she stared at Zhu Xiangxiang fiercely, practically hissing through gritted teeth, “I’m begging you, please!”

Her voice was so desperate and desolate.

But Zhu Xiangxiang only felt fear. Zhao Xiaohui’s determination in her eyes frightened her, and in her struggle, she pushed Zhao Xiaohui away and ran away in a panic.

“Xiangxiang!” Zhao Xiaohui screamed in a heartbroken and desperate voice that was oppressive and distressing to hear.

Zhu Xiangxiang hesitated for a moment. For an instant, she wanted to turn back, but in the end, fear and selfishness won over her meager sense of compassion.

It was Zhao Xiaohui who had deceived her in the first place. She wasn’t wrong!

Zhu Xiangxiang stumbled and staggered away, leaning on the hospital corridor’s walls for support.