Chapter 789

Weston‘s voice was sharp and icy, like the voice of the devil.

Guinevere‘s eyes widened immediately. “My parents are here?”

“Go for a blood transfusion now, and I might just let you
meet them. Otherwise, you will watch them suffer.”

“How could you do this to me!” She gazed at
him with reddened eyes. “Is our relationship nothing compared to a substitute?” “I‘ll say it once. The de
cision is yours.” Weston tightened the grip of his hands. “Go do the blood transfusion or die here.”

Instantly, she could feel her breathing being constricted, followed by suffocating despair. She looked at
him with a flushed face, unable to say a word.

It wasn‘t until he let go of his hand that the feeling of suffocation eased a little.

She fell to the ground, gasping for breath.

After a long pause, Guinevere looked at the man in front of her with tears in her eyes.

“Do you have to be so cruel?”

He laughed. “You said it yourself that she‘s just a substitute. If she is gone, I can still find someone
else. But your parents are different.”

As he spoke, he pushed her to the balcony and made her look down.

“Do you recognize that car?”



Guinevere‘s eyes trembled. Of course, she did.

“Mom! Dad!”

She was excited and wanted to move forward, but the people downstairs couldn‘t hear her shouting.

Mr. Cohen was on the phone while Mrs. Cohen kept weeping and looking around.

Guinevere knew they were looking for her.

She shut her eyes, and warm, pooling tears gushed down. “I can donate my blood, but you mustn‘t cau
se trouble for my parents anymore, and....”

She opened her eyes and stared at the man in front of her with red eyes. “Everything is written off! You
are not allowed to lock me up again.”

“Do you think you have the right to bargain?”

The man‘s face was as hard as a rock.

Guinevere smiled bitterly. “Whatever. If you
disagree, I won‘t cooperate. My parents can wait a while, but can Ella wait that long?” Weston
gritted his teeth; his
eyes filled with the rage of a thousand dragons. “From now on, you will do as I say.”

She stretched out her hand decadently. “Take it.”

Bright red blood was drawn from her body. Guinevere‘s face showed no emotion as irony filled
her heart.

Once upon a time, she was the favored one, and only others would give her their blood.



Now, here she was, giving her blood to a worthless substitute.

Inside the empty room.

A twisted smile crept across her face as she looked to the ceiling

“Stella, is this how you were feeling at the
time? It‘s insulting...” “I didn‘t expect your ghost to still haunt me after so long. Your stand–in
will avenge you!”

“It‘s just a pity that no
matter what, she‘s just a substitute , not the real you! You exchanged your life for Weston‘s pity, but you
still won!”

She suddenly began to cackle like a madwoman.

“I still won…”


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